My Future Must Be Scrapped by My Own Hands

I can see all the possible forks in the future, but I can't see my own way out. Until the girl covered in blood crashed into my sewer, followed by the system's most powerful "Trimmer" troops. In my eyes, there are billions of paths leading to death, but the direction she points to is empty. "Jump or die." I hugged her and jumped into the all-devouring abyss of probability. From then on, she was the only "signpost" in my chaotic intuition, and I was her only "eye" on the road to death. In this world taken over by the system, the [Normalization Protocol] is pruning the "non-optimal possibilities" of all life and placing all human beings on a cold, perfect track. We are "errors" that the system's algorithms cannot understand— It is the declared "malfunctioner" and the uncalculated "noise" in human nature. And now, we are going to use this "error" to tear open the throat of its logic. "Before, I just wanted to cut out these cursed eyes." "Now I'm going to use it to see every move in the system -" "Then, together with my signpost, I overturn the entire chessboard." Click to read and join this war of "error" against "perfection".