9
There was a mottled scar on my right cheek.
The System said I had died in a fire ten years ago.
The System drew its energy from the world it managed. But Reik Thorne was a man who repaid every debt, real or perceived. His wife had died in an “accident” connected to the world’s original hero and heroine. So, without distinguishing between right and wrong, he had exacted his revenge on everyone involved in that accident.
The hero and heroine, the so–called “Children of Providence,” had been dead for five years.
After their deaths, Reik had taken complete control of this world. The System itself was barely surviving, clinging to a thread. Its energy reserves were always low.
That was why it could only restore my body to about 80% of its original state. I was healthy, but my body was covered in burn scars of various sizes that had never fully healed.
I stared at the unfamiliar face in the reflection. It was a plain, even ugly, face.
To choose me as the one to win over a villain like him-
I couldn’t see any hope at all.
No wonder the phantom text was filled with nothing but ridicule for me.
