The Heavens, the System Forces Me to Choose: Fail and Lose Years of Life

Also known as: I Became the Golden Finger or Old Grandpa of Strangers Across the Ten Thousand Worlds

Here's how it went: I had 88 years left to live, enough to make it to 108...

But that damned System wants me to make decisions for it, deciding what golden finger to give the protagonists of its mission worlds. And right now, I've got a vial of Captain America serum in my hands. This stuff has some serious side effects.

It can turn a heinous villain into a good person who deeply understands and faithfully practices the 24 core socialist values.

The even more infuriating part is that I can't use the thing, though I don't want to use it anyway.

I can only choose between the protagonists of Mission: Impossible, Resident Evil, and The Bourne Identity.