I could feel every single soul rush into me, their essence flowing through me like a torrent. They were the ones summoned to this world, the ones born into it. Most likely, the majority had never even heard of the planet Earth—they only knew of this world, where you were born with powers. Powers strong enough to shape your own fate, to carve your own path. Yet, there were always those like me, those who crushed dreams, those who brought an end to it all.
Why? I didn't have an answer. I didn't know. But this was how the world treated me, and so, I acted in the only way that made sense to me. After all, I wasn't about to offer my own neck to these people and say, "You can kill me if you want." No, that was never me. Never.
I knew that if the system was still under the control of the one who gave it to me, I would be dying right now—only to revive in nine days. But with the system now in my control, a new system message echoed in my mind, my own voice sounding back at me.
