I Drew the Tragic Strongman Character

Ayato was bound to a card-drawing System and ordered to play whichever character he drew. He had never been very confident to begin with, and now he was at his wit's end. And... Looking at the cards in the pool, all loaded with debuffs like blindness, lameness, muteness, and social withdrawal, Ayato fell silent. This difficulty was downright hellish! How was he supposed to survive? There was no other choice. If he wanted to stay alive, he would have to make do with what he got. And so... At a certain Tokyo technical college, a white-haired teacher who had lost his eyesight was stopped and questioned by the current Six Eyes user. "What? I'm an excellent teacher, with students all over the place, and I never tire of guiding them." In Yokohama, a mute detective with jade-green eyes looked utterly lost. [I'm not a detective] he wrote on a piece of paper. During the battle between the Red and Black factions, a limping blond public security officer silently wiped down a coffee cup. His scarred fingers gently brushed its white porcelain surface. "...I'm just a cafe employee." After successfully completing his roles, Ayato retired from the scene, completely unaware of the absurd experiences his arrival had brought everyone... Whenever they got close to him, they would see visions of parallel worlds. They had lost everything. They were utterly despondent. All they had left were broken bodies. Of course, it would be nice if there were fewer weird crack pairings. No pairings. "Loving you and me is so alike, our wounds are the same." Theme: Read fewer light novels and more books