[The end of the world + copy flow + team formation + whether there will be a female protagonist to be determined]
I teamed up with four death row prisoners to clear the dungeon.
The identity given to me by the system was [Bastard], and all attributes were cut in half.
Good news: I wanted to hang out.
Bad news: Teammates don't seem to be serious people either.
72-Hour escort mission, the forest is full of monsters.
The more involved they were in their acting, the more I felt—
I'm afraid I won't be able to go back this time.
One sentence introduction: Invite all living beings to join the game!
