I Got A System In The Ruined World

Vagabond 1

'Oh, the embarrassment!' My mind echoed as I heard the cringe-inducing voice I hadn't utilized in a long time.

Before the Apocalypse, when I was still my former self, this voice was a tool I used frequently.

Aiming to project an impression of submissiveness and harmlessness, I crafted an identity that reduced me to a disregarded lamb, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. I had hoped that this camouflage would allow me to avoid attention and go unbothered.

However, this tactic ultimately backfired. Even those younger than me saw me as a pushover and exploited me for their own amusement.

The misery I had attempted to avoid eventually descended upon me in full force, and I paid a steep price for that mistake. “Fuck”, I cursed inwardly as a few memories of what I went through played in my head.

But this time, the situation was different.

The person I was interacting with was a typical do-gooder who had an innate impulse to help the weak. To appeal to her nurturing instinct, resor