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Reincarnation on the plateau, locked in fate! I was trapped in the same day, witnessing the death of my lover thirty-seven times, but unable to change the ending. The world is a prison written in destiny scrolls, prayer wheels hide memories of past lives, and prayer flags lock the trajectory of reincarnation. The secrets of Bon religion, Tibetan myths, and taboo folk customs reveal the truth about the world layer by layer-- Our encounter is a debt, and our regret is fate. Some people advised me to accept my fate, others forced me to break off our relationship, but I decided to change my fate against fate! Even if I reincarnate a thousand times, even if it hurts my heart, I will break the rules of destiny and rewrite the destined tragedy! This time, I not only want to continue the story, but also reverse the ending!

In the seventeenth year of the Apocalypse, the gods collapsed and the world was reduced to a wasteland of bones. The bones of father and brother are buried in the nine-level palace, and the souls of half a lifetime are hidden in the seven-level personality. Shen Bi guards the lingering dream of Luo Shen, cuts off the frost and cuts off the worldly ties, observes life and death with cold eyes, clings to the paranoid clinging to the residual warmth, loses his boat and drifts to nowhere, breaks away from the world, returns to the ruins, and takes charge of all the silence. He is the only living person in the world. With the marrow of the East as his bones and his seven-fold personality as his blade, he can prevent the old situation of the previous generation from happening again and survive this eternal night with no one accompanying him. God abandoned the world, and I became a god on my own; the seven souls unite and alone control all the silence!

I live in a world welded to death by big data. Traffic is the father, algorithm is the mother, love and hate are mass-produced industrial sugar, and life is the written script. Everyone is a puppet on a string, performing the drama that others want to see in the false spring of colorful colors. I used to be the most obedient NPC, following the plot according to the process, emotions according to the data table, and even betrayal was accurate to the second. Until that day, Baicai smiled at me. It's not a system prompt, it's not a plot trigger, it's an unexpected, wild, completely OOC laugh. I suddenly woke up-- It turns out that the so-called Spring and Jingming are all nonsense literature to cover up shame; The so-called fateful choices are all controlled sliding rheostat. When the lights were gone at dawn that year, how many people could Fu Chen bring home? The world is still intoxicated with the prosperity of the stage, but I want to break the thread and overturn the script. Don't be obedient to the people, don't make traffic, and don't make standard answers. This time, in the name of OOC, I will tear apart all falsehoods and live my best life.