My name is He An, male, 20 years old, died of heart disease.
The system that claims to be loved by everyone in horror games captured my soul. It told me that as long as I become its player and survive ten games, I will be reborn.
Just kidding, my heart is so fragile that it will go off when I get scared. Let alone ten games, I can't hold on even for ten minutes!
After hearing this, the system expressed great sympathy and generously changed a contract, saying that it lacked a boss. As long as I could kill all players 100 times, it would give me a new life.
I looked at my figure, which looked like a wasted chicken, and asked desperately: Can I have a capable subordinate?
The system was silent for a while before replying: Only the copy of Death Apartment numbered A1856 meets your requirements.
I signed the contract, and I never thought about why a useless boss like me would do anything if my subordinates were capable of doing it themselves.
Intent: The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage