The Materialist Rememberer

I feel like the world is still far too chaotic.

To avoid starving, the gods turned people into miserable vessels.

The cursed slaughter one another.

My mom isn't my mom.

My best friend wants to sleep with me.

My dad miraculously came back from the dead.

The gods have tossed me the key to saving the world.

How did I end up as the protagonist?

But if I refuse, this world, and the people I love, will all be lost! They will die!

O chosen one, favored by fate!

You will raise the banner of rebellion!