After Clearing the Game: I Became the Instance Itself

Shi Yan had died 2,555 times in an infinite-loop game. On the day she got out, the System asked if she wanted a codename. She said no, Shi Yan was fine. Even time itself had grown sick of her.

Others cleared stages by solving puzzles. She did it by breaking the rules. Others feared ghosts. She asked them, "Does your mom know you look like that?" Every instance had the same rumor: the lunatic is back.

No one knew why she was crazy. No one knew that every time she cleared a stage, she drove another piece of her humanity into the instance. The stronger she became, the less human she was. She had known that from the start, and chose to keep going.

Because there was no exit. And she meant to drag down the thing that had designed this game with her own hands.

Even if, after she dragged it down, she became a prison herself.