My Skill Is a Deck of All Living Beings

I team up with four death-row inmates to grind through dungeons.

The System assigns me the role of “deadweight,” cutting all my stats in half.

The good news: I was planning to coast anyway.

The bad news: My teammates don’t seem like decent people either.

A 72-hour escort mission, with the forest crawling with beasts.

The more committed they are to the act, the more I start to think:

There’s no way I’m making it back from this trip.