Mo Li transmigrated into a post-apocalyptic sandbox game with an incredible degree of freedom. He'd at least managed to catch the tail end of the times.
But what bothered him was, why did transmigrating mean inheriting his old save file, where he'd tormented the heroines in body and soul? Couldn't he just start over? He'd definitely choose to be a good person this time!
"Ahem, can we make up?"
Mo Li gazed hopefully and innocently at the beautiful girl with long, straight black hair before him. She held the Three Lives Stone, and the miserable memories of her first twenty loops had come flooding back.
