The insecurity of a system bearer

I was given everything by a system. So much so that I can no longer tell what is truly mine. The face in the mirror… isn’t mine. The body I’ve grown into… isn’t mine. The loving family… loves what was given by the system.

I worry that the true genetics of this body will mean that my children are not mine but a dead man’s.

I worry that the resources I have would be better suited to someone else.

I worry that the foes I have vanquished are only the beginning. That it was all nothing.

The only thing I may even slightly have control over are my choices

[Ding][Quest information][Survive]

So in the spirit of rebellion… I thought to give my life for another.

This is the afterstory of a man who finished his adventure and had time to think.