A system came to me and told me that I was dead and that the place where I lived now was just a revolving door of memories.
But the hot beating heart on the left side of my chest clearly told me: I am still alive.
Then the world fell apart in the beating of the heart.
Purpose: No one stipulates that omegas must be weak, and no one stipulates that girls must be omegas. Self-salvation and self-death are both decisions we make in despair. They are unbreakable intentions. Since you have chosen it, keep going.