On my seventeenth birthday, I was given a system.
…Nine-year compulsory education system.
I asked the system: "Am I the Chosen One?"
The system said: "Yes. So save the world! Boy!"
Weird and harsh tone.
Then I learned that I was a weight.
The value of my existence is determined by credits.
Either get points or die.
And then... Then I died.
Plot direction. The love line has a low sense of existence, and the probability of being a spiritual partner. The official match is not to be dismantled.
People at the bottom are taciturn and attack x truth·old antiques·remainers·man-machine reception
A growth-oriented protagonist who will gradually become wiser.
I admire the world view. All settings are imaginary and should not be brought into reality or other abo articles.
Intention: Looking to the future.