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No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

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And this time? It was a f*cking checkmate.

*Ding* / System interface activated: What would you like to access transmigrator? / ‘Open the system store now Zero and check if there’s any item capable of temporarily if not permanently shutting off this damned sub-consciousness of Feral.’ “There is but currently the user can only afford the lowest grade that lasts for merely only three hours.”

The prison food must have been bland, so without Selina eating well, he had slimmed down. Even so, he was still severely obese. He could barely walk, and his knees were probably in agony. Derek turned and saw me. He suddenly dropped to his knees and begged desperately. "How do I remove the system? Please! Where did you hide the bead?" I looked him up and down and sighed. "Telling you won't help. Your body is already at its limit. Even if the system is removed, you're not far from death anyway. "But..." He stared at me intently. "But what?"

"You like when things have a clear right answer. A system. Something you can execute and know, objectively, that you did it correctly." She looked up at him. "Cheer is the same way," he continued, not looking at her now, focused on the jump rope. "The counts are either right or they're not. The formation is either clean or it's not. There's no ambiguity in it, and I think that's actually why you're so good at it. You've found one place in your life where being correct is achievable." The room was quiet except for the small sounds of equipment being sorted. "And football isn't that for you," she said, "the easy way."

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.

The chaos is still there. But I’m not slipping. I’m not fading. The system saved me. Again. At a price. There’s always a price.

Being a sucker for punishment, I logged into my F******k next. A message from my high school friend Jessica was sitting in my inbox. We'd kept in touch through F******k since I'd moved to London. I didn't have a ton of friends on my profile and kept it pretty private. Ethan had checked it out thor- oughly and given the okay. He said that the threat was from people who already knew me, where I lived and worked, so having a F******k page wasn't going to matter either way.