Happy Universe

The universe has a terminal disease called "happiness". The resources here are infinite and can be deleted. Even death is a painless "exit option" allowed by the system. People taste eternal peace carefully seasoned by algorithms in exquisite cages. Even "unhappiness" has become a luxury. Until the ember was born, a "wrong sample" with the legacy of a madman engraved in his genes and a hypnotic noise constantly ringing in his mind. The system wanted to erase him, just like deleting a string of garbled codes. His resistance lit a warm fire in this sterile universe. He used the things in the undercurrent area that were spurned as waste to create the first "furnace ember" - the light was imperfect but hot. He used the harmonica he picked up to try to create with the loophole. When the monster spoke, he changed the name given by the system to a kiss written upside down and handed the ruler a bag of potato chips with a smile: "Let's talk?" His f3 team includes a grumpy former novice guide who can even wear a maid outfit to look like a battle uniform, and an iceberg intelligence dealer who uses data models to calculate "friendship risk probability". Behind him is the ever-present gaze of the curser and the cold criticism of the happiness system. This is not about a revolution that overturns the universe, but about a cursed soul clumsily learning how to cry, hurt, embrace, and finally make the entire universe believe in the ruins of absolute happiness: the real life does not lie in the eternal light but in the ray of light that still dares to use itself as firewood to warm others in the biting cold night - the ember.