Unlucky

Sooner or later, there comes a moment in every person's life when he understands who he really is. Undoubtedly, someone considers this an extremely important part of their own "I" and, wanting to change the fate of the "trembling creature", is ready to do whatever the hell. I've never been like that. Since childhood, my fate has been clear to me. I was just an ordinary loser. I didn't get the coveted five in the certificate because of a forgotten debt, the last budget place at the institute was given to some guy with a target, and in the army all my shoals were somehow noticed by the authorities. Years passed, stability was maintained. Get cut? Easy! Go to work at a firm with a fucking evil boss? Who, if not me? Run into goparey with pay in your wallet? Pfft, not for the first time. I could be called a favorite of fate, if of course the phrase "beats means loves" is still relevant in our times. But I never thought of complaining or giving up. Yes, it wasn't easy for me. It often hurts. Even more often it's a shame. And anyway, I didn't want to shoot myself or jump off the roof for the amusement of the crowd. Life challenged me, and I met it with dignity. Yes, I was beaten, but I overcame both him and myself — and each time I got better. Well, I hope so. Now I'm lying in a pile of dirt and I understand: a loser remains a loser, no matter what. And who pulled me to go to the mountain highway? However, there is no difference. I'm dying — that's a fact. I'm going to die here like the fool I never thought I was. And in my head, the thought keeps spinning and spinning: "Well, for once. Let me be lucky for once. And then we'll have some fun." [Welcome to the System Installation Wizard] Are you ready to start (Y/n)? So. I'm dead. Dead body. Punk. I remember exactly how my old car was carried off the highway. I distinctly remember a short flight and a fall. An unremarkable, stupid death. Bad luck, as, in fact, always. And now I'm nowhere. Literally. I think, but I hardly exist. Sharp memories flare up and immediately fade away in my obviously immaterial little head. A classic plot, isn't it? But how hard it is to think in this state. The shock, the lack of a body, the excitement of survival were shaking my "I", which was hanging fuck knows where. I have no vision, so I can't even claim that I'm in the dark. But I see the letters. Ironic. And I also see how they ... fade out?! — I agree! Yes! Get started, damn you! [Greetings to the user!] You have been selected to install and unpack the System. Please be patient and follow the instructions. The World of Rebirth: Random Initial potential: random Starting conditions: Random Unpacking of add-ons… Wait. 1… 20… 57… 98… 100 % An extrasystemic property of the soul has been discovered. Digitization is underway… Wait. Success! Success! Mistake. Have a nice game! Something was buzzing in my head. A strange noise muffled my thoughts so much that I already thought about the existence of mental deafness. Clicks, clangs, blows — it seems that the System has decided to arrange a major overhaul in me. I hope that if I had a leaky roof, the system will patch it up. Otherwise it will be sad. I don't want to start a new life with problems. And as soon as I thought about a new life, I was immediately flooded with a sense of confidence, calmness and peace. The crazy nerves calmed down, as if I hadn't died in a ditch and was about to resurrect dick knows where and dick knows by whom, but just went for a walk. However, it is convenient. Now it's clear how all sorts of schoolchildren did not fly off the cutting - the wise System is vigilant and does not even give a chance to incipient tantrums. However, there were problems too — the "stream" of tranquility did not even think to turn off. Like sleepy flies, my thoughts subsided, and my consciousness was extinguished by an irresistible force. If I become a vegetable because of the protective effect that should prevent my "greening" - it will be sad. Very. I'm not that much of a loser, right? * * * Consciousness returned to me extremely slowly. But this was also a plus: I could consistently evaluate all my actions. And, to be honest, I wanted to grab my head. For the first time in my life, I was so lucky. It was as if fate decided to apologize for her attitude towards me and gave me a gift. However, enough about fate. I got the System, right? And what does every self-respecting popadanets do with an uber-bun? That's right, says "Status". Obeying a mental command, in front of my... eyes? A classic window opened. Name: Missing Level: 0 Race: Unicorn pony Class: None [Attention! Body characteristics are blocked before birth. Expect] Intelligence: 17 Luck: -3 [Status] * "The chosen one of fate". You really are Miss Fortune's favorite. -5 to luck, +20 to luck in Fateful moments. * "Persistent". You face any problems with fortitude. Increase the chance of critical success (+2 to luck). +5 stamina [blocked before birth] * [Error] * "System Owner". You own a System with all the necessary add-ons. Immunity to mental magic directed at the player. Psychological protection. [Attention! The inventory is locked until birth. Expect] [Attention! The relationship is blocked before birth. Expect] I think it will be easy to guess that I haven't been born yet. I am much more impressed by my new race. And it strikes in a bad way. Not only will I now be a cuckold, which is an insult in itself, so I will still live without hands. Running through meadows, chewing grass, laughing. I am waiting for a short, but environmentally friendly life in the wild. Although, it's better than death. Anything is better than death. By the way, to the question of death. Is the rebirth action a one-time thing? "Uh, the System?" Silent. However, it is not difficult to see the similarity of the System with a computer, so let's go the other way. "Help." A window popped up in front of my eyes again. And the old has not gone away. So, we close the status, expand the other tab... Yeah, I was right. There is a FAQ here. A very impressive list with a number of links exceeding a couple of hundred for sure. And after all, it is impossible to read properly: the interface considers it a mental click. We'll have to dig into the settings. But everything is later, first we open the search and look for the answer to the main question: the question of life, death and in general. And, fortunately, the answer was not 42. When a player is killed, they lose their characteristics, skills and non-system statuses. The player's inventory is reset to zero. If the conditions of death do not say otherwise, the player is reborn, preserving memory. [Attention! When dying from soul destruction, the player's soul is not restored!] Relieved. It seems that when my horse carcass is eaten by wolves, I will not die completely. It is unlikely that my soul will be allowed to go to rituals. And if they try, they'll have to die sooner. But let's leave the solution to the problem of rapid suicide to me from the future and let's adjust this miracle machine for me. "Settings". And yes, this is another huge layer of information and small text. The designer would have to tear off his hands... and what if he didn't have them? That would explain a lot. I hope there is autofill here…