After the system set its sights on the dragon throne, the princess started courting death every day.

She closed her eyes, gently rubbing her temples with her fingertips, and said with regret, "Whether he likes my soul or this physical body, it's a disaster for anyone who likes her."

The original owner of this body had already died. Without her soul, her body would be a corpse at this moment; if she didn't have this body, she wouldn't exist in this era at all.

She is the original body, and the original body is her. They are one person, but the best thing for her is to stay far away from everyone else, to talk only about interests and not feelings, for the original body who is already dead, and for the people around her.

Only in this way can those who remember and love the original body retain the memory of what kind of person the original body was. As for herself, she doesn't belong here and doesn't need too many people to remember her.

"System, every time I die and restart a game, will it affect my memory?"

Yes. Each time you restart, your soul will become more integrated with this world, meaning your memories will gradually change.

Xiang An's heart sank, and he suddenly opened his eyes, roaring, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

If she hadn't been so vigilant and noticed the change in her own thoughts in time, would she have been unable to find the reason for her gradual loss of memory and would have only blamed herself for having a bad memory?

[Is the host a three-year-old? You're asking such idiotic questions. Why should something that others could only dream of in their entire lives just fall into your lap?] The system's mechanical voice, unusually tinged with sarcasm, continued, [And who said this system hasn't warned you? I've said the same thing at least three times already.]

"Will I forget who I am? Will I forget where I came from? That's why I think the death of one or two servants these days is nothing, not because of the environment, but because of you?"

Xiang An doesn't want to lose her memories, doesn't want to be a naive girl who doesn't even know who she is, doesn't want to be a part of this place; she doesn't belong here, she wants to go home.

[This is not due to the system itself. In a game, when a data character becomes too powerful or too special, the creators, wanting to achieve a certain balance, will naturally take measures to gradually reduce the data character's influence on the overall game, aiming to reach a relatively fair equilibrium point for all players.]

Xiang An: "Fairness? Balance? Forcing me to travel through time is just a game for you?"

If the host insists on interpreting it this way, then so be it.

Xiang An: "…………"

Modern education tells her that everyone is the protagonist of the game of life, but reality is now starkly telling her—Xiang An, you're nothing but a fart!

She is now like a puppet forced onto a stage. On stage, she thinks she has danced a dance that shows she has mastered her own soul, but in the eyes of the manipulator, she is just a pile of rotten wood to be manipulated at will.

"Give me 100 square meters of system space, and it must not change in any way depending on the number of restarts, time, or location."

The system will not provide you with assistance.

He took out the dagger from his pocket, staring intently at the sharp blade. In An's bloodshot eyes, there was bewilderment, a calm acceptance of death, and pain... but no fear.

Rather than dying after losing her memory in a daze, she would rather leave while she is most lucid.

[Die! We've exhausted all the system's energy. At worst, we'll all perish together!]

An obvious threat is less serious than a system failure.

Xiang An sneered, "Fine, let's die together. Who do you think you are? Who do you think the Heavenly Dao is? You've been threatening me for so long, do you think I'm afraid? Do you really think I'm a pushover? Let's all die together!"

【…】

Too lazy to say anything more, I raised the dagger high—target: neck.

【Wait a moment! 】

The dagger paused in mid-air, and he said to An Muran, "Speak."

You still have unfinished tasks to complete. It would be such a waste for you to die now; you'll regret it.

"I won't." After saying this decisively, the dagger in her hand moved again.

She was tired of hearing "regret, regret, and more regret."

These days, threatening people without changing the wording or upgrading the system is no longer a threat.

Don't die, we don't have many more chances.

The system's mechanical voice carried a strange hint of pleading, causing Xiang Anxin to waver, but he said aloud, "If it's not there, it's not there. It's good that it's dead."

【…】

"..."

Stalemate.

silence.

[We can't give you 100 square meters, at most 25 square meters.] The system finally conceded, [This is the only surplus energy this system can mobilize. If it's not enough, then you die.]

"Yes, yes, I want it! -- Extra energy?" Xiang An keenly grasped the key point, "Is it the energy I replenished when I was lying in the coffin last time?"

She felt that lying in the coffin was inexplicable at the time, and she had some doubts about it and kept it in mind.

【Yes. 】

"If I go lie in a coffin now, will you still be able to replenish your energy? Hey—no, don't go yet, tell me first if it will work!?"

"Princess? What do you mean, is it useful or not?" Xiao Ling, sitting on the carriage shaft, lifted the curtain and peeked in.

Xiang An was too flustered and too eager to find answers, so the words just slipped out.

Unperturbed, she rubbed her eyes wearily, pretending to have just woken up, and said, "I had a nightmare."

"Okay." Xiao Ling breathed a sigh of relief, bracing herself against the swaying carriage to avoid falling over as she carefully bent down to enter: "Princess, we'll be at the First Prince's residence soon. I'll do your hair."

"Ah."

While Xiaoling was preparing her dressing tools and had no time to pay attention to anything else, Xiang An quickly put the dagger into the space he had just acquired.

The wheels keep turning, the scenery recedes, but people keep moving forward.

Sitting in Xiang Xin's residence, Xiang An held a cup of tea and quietly sipped it. Her long eyelashes drooped as if she were carefully examining the quality of the tea. However, the tea was at the perfect temperature, and the steam rising from it made it impossible to tell whether she was satisfied with the cup.

The servant returned with the invitation and various gifts in his hands: "Your Highness, His Highness does not wish to see you."

Xiang An's attitude remained unchanged: "Go ask again."

"His Highness said... as long as it's you, it's the same no matter how many times you ask." The servant was hunched over, extremely nervous.

"Please speak on my behalf regarding the beating I suffered. If he still refuses to see me after that, I will not linger."

"Yes."

Setting down her teacup, Xiang An finally lifted her eyelids, her expression neither sad nor happy. Xiao Ling, standing behind her, said somewhat anxiously, "Princess, the First Prince may still be injured. Don't be too sad."

"I know."

Xiang Xin has always treated her this way, so there's nothing to be sad about.

What attracted her even more was the living room, which was a large courtyard with a few pots of shade-loving and water-loving climbing vines, a few tables and chairs, and no other decorations.

It was very simple and unpretentious. Yet it stood out from the rest of the Crown Prince's residence, something she noticed during her last visit.