Memories of No. 1

No. 1 was the first player who made every aberration grit their teeth in hatred.

Lolita would never forget the instance where she had met Cheng Li.

At that time, she had successfully blended into the group of human players, winning the pity and affection of a leading player, making them mistakenly believe she was a "good, pitiful aberration."

She guided them to stand in opposition to her aberration parents, inciting this naive group of players to hate them, step by step leading them and the aberrations—who were former players that had died—to slaughter one another.

In the final battle, Lolita could almost foresee the failure of that instance...

No one expected that everything originated from a little girl who was both adorable and clever, innocent and soft.

But everything changed because of a variable.

That variable was Cheng Li, who later became No. 1.

Cheng Li was someone who did not fit in with the group of players. He was also a quiet, taciturn man, his presence so faint that when Lolita first saw the group of players in this instance, she had almost overlooked him.

When the instance's progress reached the halfway mark, under Lolita's guidance, they began a discussion in the living room about searching for the non-existent remains of her parents and younger brother.

At that time, Cheng Li merely shrank quietly into the corner of the room. He was 1.9 meters tall, with such a massive build that he should have stood out if he curled up, yet no one noticed his existence.

The leading player sat on the sofa, talking endlessly in an atmosphere filled with anxiety and fear, trying to convey trust and friendliness. But Lolita could see through his hypocritical mask with a single glance. On the surface, he sent friendly signals to the frightened players and organized tasks for everyone in an orderly manner, but in his heart, he only thought about finding a few scapegoats. He was an utterly despicable person.

Lolita loved playing with such people. She loved tearing off their hypocritical masks, loved watching them face the true terror from the depths of their hearts. Just like many years ago, when she crawled out of the cold backyard and returned to the warm house on a rainy night, asking her parents with cold eyes and a wide grin: "Mom, Dad, do you love me?"