This Time, I'm the Rule

I died for it 172 times. It thought I was unqualified, so it eliminated me. I became the system. No. 107. Low level spirit. No ability. The points are minus thirty. The first host said something before he died, which made me doubt myself. The world is sick I started checking. It is discovered that the memory of this world is being automatically repaired, and it is discovered that all systems are from the same year. Found something I forgot-- Some people are hiding, some are changing, and some are clearing the road behind me. The world is correcting itself, and I may be the only one it fails to correct. I don't know who I am. But This time, I was the rule.