The day I became the most despised porter in the hero's party, I got bound to a death-foretelling System.
The paladin will have his heart pierced in three seconds. The elven archer will die of poison in five.
I silently kicked a rock, changing everyone's supposedly inevitable fate.
“Useless! You almost hit my foot!” the paladin shouted at me.
I lowered my head and kept carrying corpses, blood seeping from the corner of my mouth beneath my mask.
Every person I save costs me a year of my life back home.
My younger sister in the real world has only two years left to live.
Then one day, Liana, the supposedly most virtuous hero, pinned me against a wall. Her burning tears dripped onto my collar.
“Why... do you save everyone, but refuse to even look at me?”
Oops, this foreshadowing is so long, I suggest you read it slowly to find out.
It's okay, but I don't quite understand the back part.