"Dear master, one hour later will usher in the dawn, you will welcome a new week."

  "Don't miss today's sunshine, remember to repent."

  At her feet was a cold, rolling machine butler stopped at the edge of the sofa, with a blue screen in the middle of its steel face, on which was printed a big smile.

  In the dark, lightless room, a girl with ash-blonde hair lay on the beige sofa, her long locks falling to the ground. She furrowed her brow slightly, her eyelashes trembling as she closed her eyes tightly, her body sunk into the blanket refusing to budge an inch. Her voice was lazy and muffled, as if stuffed with cotton.

  "A weekly dawn, still an electronic sun, forever cold without temperature. What's the point of looking at this? Call me when it's time for confession."

  "Take a selfie under the morning sunlight and upload it, your fans increased yesterday because of beating up a thief with high heels, strike while the iron is hot and show off a beautiful photo."

  The robot housekeeper's tone changed from flat to cheerful halfway through the broadcast, and its eyes cast a light that shone on the coffee table, forming a 3D projection.

  Cynthia, who was curled up under the blanket, couldn't escape the piercing light that passed through the thin blanket. She kicked off the blanket irritably, opened her eyelids, and her blue eyes, like jewels with a hint of moisture, blinked slightly. Her vacant gaze gradually cleared as she stared at the projection on the table.

  "Are you also mocking me? I was clearly wrapped up so tightly and yet I still got recognized."

  "Dear master, I think your behavior is flawless and worthy of praise, but that face of yours would be the center of attention in any crowd or gathering even if you weren't wearing clothes, rivaling the beauty of the elven tribe's humans, it's only natural to be recognized."

  "Have you ever thought that this sentence is a sick sentence?" Cynthia sat up from the sofa, stretching her waist.

  At the same time, the entire luxurious living room lit up, and under the warm light, the girl's face was as beautiful as a red rose, her disheveled long hair hanging down in front of her chest, with an air of nobility and elegance that was beyond compare.

  "That might be because you set the program wrong, now get up, for your own good."

  The mechanical arm of the tube house extended, automatically forming a mirror in front of her. Cynthia took a look and smiled, with the corners of her mouth rising. The beauty in the mirror also hooked up her lips.

  "Alright, I'll let you off because of my good looks."

  "Rhodania's most dazzling red rose." The butler praised, "Netizens' latest evaluation."

  Cynthia batted her eyes and stepped down from the sofa with a light step, walking towards the bathroom, "That must be proven to verify the authenticity of this title."

  After washing up and putting on her pajamas, Cynthia put on a light brain in the shape of a watch, opened the selfie mode of social software, walked to the front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, sat down on the cushion, waiting for the appearance of electronic sunlight.

  She has lived in Rhedania, ruled by humans with the highest human technology... and endless darkness since birth.

  The sky of Riedania had no stars, no moon, only an eternal black night thicker than ink. She didn't know what the sun was, and her greatest understanding of it was probably from history books.

  And every Monday of the week, an electronic sun is projected high in the sky, solely for the purpose of warning people that they have been abandoned by the God of Light and are sinners.

  Living is for atonement.

  To this day, she is the Republic of Rydania's hottest starlet, blessed with a face that no one can refuse and an acting talent that surpasses everyone else.

  One drama, one explosion.

  "I'm 22 years old, it's time to consider retirement."

  Taking over the red wine handed by the butler, Cynthia leaned lazily against the glass and gazed down at this skyscraper with nearly a hundred floors.

  Because it was an eternal night, the colorful lights on the street formed a magical capital scene, and the largest billboard was an advertisement for her endorsement of a new holographic game.

  Cynthia swirled the red wine in her glass, listening to the muffled, old-fashioned chime that seemed to come from the television set.

  "It has begun." The mechanical housekeeper finished speaking, and all the neon lights inside and outside the room went out, plunging the earth into eternal night. But immediately after that, at the horizon, dawn broke, and the cloud layer seemed to be stained with blood, revealing a faint red color, as a simulated artificial sun peeked out from behind the clouds.

  Soft light spills into the high-rise through the giant floor-to-ceiling windows.

  Cynthia was completely immersed in the cold, temperature-less so-called sunlight. Facing the dazzling big light bulb, she adjusted her posture and casually took a few photos to admire the sunrise. A sneer spread across her mouth, "If I had to say, Oph, this world has no radiant god, even if it did, it would have fallen long ago. What's the point of talking about abandoning us? He should never have possessed us in the first place."

  "Warning, according to Article of the Republic, your words have violated the highest ecclesiastical authority law, punishable by death. Do not blaspheme God, and do not say it a second time."

  "Otherwise, you'll automatically report an alarm?" Cynthia clicked her tongue twice and sighed, "It's really worthy of being a cold machine. Unfortunately, this one is locked, otherwise I would definitely delete it."

  "Dawn is breaking soon, please start your confession."

  Cynthia pouted and put down the red wine glass, got up and walked to the bar, took out a snow-white leather-bound Bible.

  Year after year, reciting the same phrases, with the same emotions, tediously confessing to God.

  Cynthia sat back down on the cushion in front of the window, her long golden hair shining like liquid gold as it scattered a halo under the electronic light.

  The book had been flipped through so many times it was old, her pale fingers turned a page and then placed the book on her knees, clasped her hands together, and gazed blankly at that streak of electronic sunlight as she began to confess.

  "Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Forgive my frivolous actions, listen to my confession, pardon my foolishness, and help me through life's trials with Your great power..."

  Her words got stuck here, what came next again? Forgot again...

  Cynthia glanced at the Bible, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Oh, sin."

  "What have I done wrong recently? Let me think."

  "I had braised pork with noodles yesterday, and as a result, I gained one pound this morning, what a sin."

  Cynthia tilted her head, staring at the sunbeam, thought for a moment and said: "Knowing that I'm allergic to mangoes, Natasha Tewin still gave me a whole box of them on the red carpet event two days ago, forcing me to eat one in public. You have to severely punish her."

  Cynthia was a bit annoyed, she completely ignored the electronic sunshine, looked up at the bright sky and said sarcastically: "But I know you won't respond, it doesn't matter, I'm here to atone for my sins, she made me allergic, I posted her intimate photos with her boyfriend online the next day."

  "Oh God, will you forgive my sins?"

  Cynthia spoke with a rising corner of her mouth, and her small face facing the light was full of malice, completely unaware that the household robot that should have come out to stop her from speaking nonsense had been silent for some time.

  Underneath the deep chasm where boulders were piled up and white bones were stacked, a hand with skin as white as freshly fallen snow burst out of the pile of bones.

  Underneath the buried white bones, a pair of crimson eyes suddenly opened in the gap between the bone blocks.

  "Rebel god, unforgivable... Cynthia."

  "Xia..."

  Ancient, from hell... calling.

  ...

  When the sunlight falls again, the lights in and out of the house are lit up, and a new day begins. Cynthia finishes her confession and opens her smartphone with a good mood to upload her beautiful photos, saying:

  "Oh dear, I remember there's a shampoo commercial this afternoon, can you call the driver for me?"

  She waited for a long time but didn't get a response.

  Cynthia fiddled with the photos, curiously lifted her head and found that her iPad had gone black.

  "What's wrong?" Cynthia walked over and said helplessly: "I clearly took you in for maintenance just the day before yesterday."

  She slapped a palm on Oph's iron-plated head, but got no response. She had to use her optical brain to contact the outside world first, but even her normally high-speed optical brain was dead at this time.

  The screen was frozen on her selfie in the editing software, and no matter what instructions Cynthia gave, there was no response.

  "What's going on?" Cynthia furrowed her brow, starting to feel that the heat from the smartwatch on her wrist was terrifyingly high.

  She wanted to remove the smartwatch from her wrist, but the chip was embedded in a black strap that wouldn't budge. The heat generated by the burning strap had already scorched her skin and seemed to be on the verge of exploding at any moment.

  "No way!"

  The words fell, and the light burst entirely on her wrist, a dazzling white glow filling the entire luxurious living room.

  Cynthia lost consciousness instantly.

  ...

  "Her Excellency Cynthia, who is supposed to be the sacred maiden of the Temple of Light, has an illicit relationship with Marquis Cortis. This is originally a grave and unforgivable sin!"

  "Whether she is the Emperor's most beloved sister or the Empress's most favored princess, she will atone for her sacrilege against the Radiant God!"

  Cynthia woke up from the explosion with a shrill and arrogant middle-aged male voice yelling in her ear, full of disgust.

  "She should be sent to the incarnation of the Dark God, where she should atone for her sins..."

  Cynthia raised her head, and her heavy gaze was shocked by the extremely luxurious grand hall. Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to appreciate the beauty, because she was kneeling, with her neck stretched out in exhaustion.

  In front of him was a middle-aged man wearing a red robe with a white shirt underneath and a tall hat on his head.

  The attire of the clergy of the Imperial Church of the Republic is not much different from that of the nobles, except that the fabric of their robes is even more exquisite and luxurious.

  "Cynthia, is there anything else you'd like to defend?"

  The majestic female voice slightly pulled back her sanity.

  Cynthia's gaze climbed up the steps covered with red carpet in front of her eyes, and finally stayed on the queen who was sitting on the throne and wearing a magnificent dress.

  At that moment, all the memories of 'Cynthia's' childhood growth flooded into her mind, stimulating her to crawl on the ground, her golden blonde long hair scattered on the ground, her delicate face expression slightly painful.