The Reaper’s Last Letter

Other people's golden fingers: Enhance the respiratory and digestive systems to absorb and convert energy from the outside world as efficiently as possible.

My golden finger: I don't breathe, eat, or sleep. My heart doesn't even beat. It's just... you know what I mean?

That's freaking dead!

Wait, why didn't you say so earlier?

What can a dead person even do? Use their advantages to sprint through a marathon? Livestream a hike to the bottom of the sea, twenty thousand leagues under? Or head into space without a spacesuit and cosplay as a spacecraft?

With what little life I have left, I want to find the meaning of being alive as soon as possible.

Then let's play a thrilling round of Dark Curtain.

Fine. I won't lose to you.

That year, the awakened boy wanted to die.

That year, the naive boy picked up the Reaper's last letter.

That year, the ignorant boy realized he had to change the world.

Then the boy asked:

Why start with a game? Why not jump straight into urban supernatural powers? Don't my golden finger and the world setting clash a little?

[Because games fulfill humanity's most basic and practical desires.]

[Because games are where reality and fantasy come closest, and become most tangible.]

[Because people need time to adjust.]

[Because the world is merciful. Sudden calamities are nothing more than the Creator's amusement.]

(You're using cheats in a game, and you can't handle losing? Seriously?)

(No female lead)