When the Epilepsy System Binds Me

I am poor, I have no money, I am average-looking, and I grew up in a family that favored sons over daughters. The key to my poor grades was that I was bullied. Then I like to sleep because dreams are more important than reality. I can fly. I especially love fantasy. I am an ordinary person but I want to be a savior. Finally, the opportunity came. I died suddenly while playing a game. A system called neurosis bound me. At first I just wanted to be reincarnated, but he said, host, you can experience anything in life with me, just be responsible for your madness. If you complete the task, there will be unexpected surprises. The system's little mouth is so talkative, I really want to bite into his big pie. . . . . After all, who wouldn't be able to do something as simple as having a seizure? . . .