She was thrown into the battle. She didn’t walk in, nor did she volunteer. As soon as she stood firm, someone called her to output, saying that she was the main C, a summoner, and an ice attribute. Before she had time to say “I”, others had already arranged all her skills, destiny, light cones, and relics for her. She became the “Pioneer Memory” in their mouths.

Her skill is called summoning Mimi. When she summoned for the first time, her palms were warm. She thought this was her battle, and it was her way to fight with the world. But later she realized that each summon was just a fluctuation of values, a damage cycle arranged by others. She just pressed the button, Mimi appeared, and then the damage came.

The finishing move was no exception. The name was “Frost Revelation”, which looked like a kind of honor, but actually like a ritual. She appeared to end it, and then let others continue to fight.

Later she also learned to be smart. When others asked her to stack critical hits, she put on the light cone “Victory is only a matter of days and nights”. When others asked her to bring “Aglaya” and “Heroic Relic”, she didn’t say anything. She no longer asked why, because no one would reply to her even if she asked.

Every day she stood at the front of the team. Behind her were Robin, Huo Huo, and Gallagher, and sometimes it was a combination of “Huo Huo + Sunday”. Sometimes, she felt that they were also like her, forming a battle together, but no one knew where this battle was going. It was like they were turning around in a station that could never be reached, the journey became the destination, and finishing one game meant there was another one.

Once, she tried not to summon Mimi, and she just stood there. She thought others would understand that she was tired, but they just adjusted the configuration in the background and replaced it with another summoning main C. At that moment, she suddenly realized that she didn’t have to be her. She just happened to be suitable, like a gear that was polished out to fill the gap.

She began to summon with her eyes closed, and began to output mechanically. She no longer cared what her skills were called, nor what set of relics her teammates had. She only knew whether she had enough combat points, whether her energy was full, and whether Mimi had a critical hit.

Outside of battle, she had no sense of existence. She never asked her name because no one called her. She never talked about her memory because no one cared what she remembered.

But she was still alive, one after another, over and over again. She didn’t know why she was alive, but she knew she couldn’t die. She didn’t live for herself, but for data, for the system, and for other people’s “graduation lineup”.

She also had a brief moment of glory. When people found that she had a “smooth summoning cycle”, “summoned creatures could inherit critical damage”, and “action advancement could optimize output”, her appearance rate was frighteningly high. But she was not happy. Because she knew that once a new character appeared, as long as there was a faster and stronger circulation system, she would be forgotten, just like she replaced others.

She didn’t expect anything a long time ago. She didn’t even look at Mimi when she appeared. She knew it was just a piece of ice, the coldest part of her heart.

One day, she spoke to Mimi. She said, “Do you know who we are?” Mimi didn’t speak, and it couldn’t speak anyway.

So she laughed, and for the first time she laughed a little like crying. She said, “Actually, I don’t know who I am either.”

But she still summoned it. Because she knew that if she didn’t summon it, there would be no next round. Just like life, if you don’t continue, you will die.

Her wishes are small now. Not to deal high damage, not to match the best cycle. She just wants one day, in a night without summoning, to have a dream. Dreaming that she has no skills, no destiny, no relics, and even no name.

That night she finally dreamed. In the dream, she was nothing, but she was finally herself.