There's Something Wrong with This Tool

My name is C-37, a corpse collector at the bottom of the Shadow Network. I have no name, only a code name. I picked up a glowing piece of paper that read: In three days, I will die at the hands of the "protagonist" Su Chen. Cause of death - too much nonsense. Dropped item - a primary Nai Ring. Fuck the script. I went to the wasteland in advance and dug seventeen traps, and then cut off all the opportunities he deserved. Later, a time traveler with a system came and wanted to format the entire world. Everyone knelt. I didn't kneel. But it's not because I have any backbone, it's because...