And in the middle, a child under ten raised his smudged face. The features of the child, like those of a New Year's picture doll, uttered a dreamlike question.,I thought I would die on my own, but for some reason, I was bound to a so-called system. In order to take revenge with my own hands, I agreed to the system's terms and went to five thousand parallel worlds to complete five thousand missions.,It was still that mechanical voice, but I heard a deep undercurrent of reluctance in it.。