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The evening sky is tinged with yellow.
The city is bustling with traffic, office workers rushing to get on buses, and the crossroads are crowded with people.
Among them is a woman who stands out in the crowd. The woman ties her hair in a simple high ponytail and has attractive features. Her eyes naturally curve upwards, radiating inherent charm. Her nose is straight and her skin white and clean. Under her white shirt, her figure is shapely and impressive. The undone button at the top of her shirt is suggestive, and she is crossing the road, following the red and green traffic lights. ๐๐๐๐๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ป๐๐๐๐น.๐๐จ๐
But beauty is transient.
A heavy truck speeds out of nowhere.
Boom.
The truck driverโs face is red and so is the pool of blood spreading out from the woman.
Before falling unconscious, the woman experiences an unimaginable pain, and her consciousness quickly slips away.
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The woman is not sure how long she has been unconscious when a "ding" suddenly echoes in her mind.
Huh?
"Host found, initiating binding."
What...?
"System T4G001-0971 successfully bound."
Struggling to open her eyes, the woman finds herself in a brightly lit place, about which she knows nothing. There is an object that looks like a blue screen in front of her. "Where am I? What is this thing?"
How can a screen without a host machine be lit?
"Host, hello, this is the inter-plane. You are dead. I am System 097, offering you an opportunity to live," a mechanical voice emanates from the screen.
"This system is a cutting-edge destructively innovative system that does not interfere with the hostโs progress in any story. The system requires the host to sabotage pleasant endings in each story, achieving worse outcomes in order to gain Points. When the Points reach 1,000, the host can return to her original world."
"The system will provide you with some guidelines in each story."
What kind of "story"?
Before the woman could ask the question, her surroundings become blindingly bright, and her consciousness slips away again.
When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in an entirely unfamiliar environment.
All the furniture around her is wooden and vintage in style. It greatly resembles the houses in 19th century Europe, as described in books. A large chandelier emits warm yellow light, and a fireplace nearby radiates comfortable warmth.
"Oh God, you have returned my poor child to me." A female voice comes from beside her.
Turning her head, she sees a matronly woman sitting beside the bed, tears in her eyes. She is dressed in a brightly coloured dress, somewhat similar to a Lolita outfit, with lace decorating the chest area. The dress has a voluminous skirt that sweeps the floor. She is holding a white handkerchief, and is gazing at the woman affectionately.
What does God have to do with this?
Just as Jiang Ting is baffled, her head starts to throb as if being pricked by a needle and a flood of information rushes into her head.
In this moment, she is in a fairy tale, being Oran Euler, the child of a minor character from "The Little Match Girl". According to the original narrative, she will leave the house, encounter the protagonist -the little girl, run away after stealing one of her shoes. The little girl fails to sell any matches and dies a miserable death on the street the next day, and thus ends the story.
According to the systemโs instruction, she should be accelerating the death of the Little Match Girl.
Jiang Ting is very adept at fairy tales. Having a great memory and having read many of them, she is well versed in these stories.
But where did this unlucky system come from and why does it want to ruin fairy tales?
The woman who sits crying beside her should be the wife of the writer.
"Mother, Iโm feeling much better. Iโd like to go outside," Jiang Ting suggests softly once she manages to sit up.
The snow outside is visible through the arched window. The top of the Gothic style building is pointed, and the sky looks dimly yellow as the night gradually falls.
She decides to go out, encounter the protagonist, and then make plans.
"My foolish child, you wish to go outside as soon as you feel better. Are you thinking of returning to the Lord?"
The Lord that the woman refers to must be Jesus Christ of Christianity. The people in Hans Christian Andersenโs fairy tales were deeply superstitious.
Jiang Tingโs eyes whirl rapidly.
"Mother, look at the beautiful snow outside. The great Lord prefers children who have been baptised by snow."
Jiang Ting soon convinces the woman and dashes out of the house. She is already well-prepared before stepping outdoors, dressed in a tightly sealed hooded coat, thick cotton-padded trousers, a chunky hand-knit scarf, a pair of fur-lined leather gloves and boots, and also takes some money with her.
As it is New Yearโs Eve, many shops are closed and there are few people on the streets.
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