After others died, they could still lie down dressed as a vicious female supporting character. After my death, I was "recruited" to become a low-level customer service officer in the system world. Job number 00987. Every day's work is to send tasks to travelers, read prompts, and clean up messes. Then I was demoted - assigned to a male villain who was about to be stabbed through the heart by the protagonist. The five operators in front were all driven crazy by him. He refused to cooperate with the script, refused to perform tasks, and refused all system instructions. But he said something to the void: "Do you also think this script is stupid?" He was talking to me. He waited for five years for someone who would respond to him.
