Lazarus, a man burdened by the dream of ending the pirate scourge, could only sigh. Ten long years he'd toiled, muscles aching, spirit yearning for progress.
Yet, his strength remained stubbornly ordinary, a cruel joke of a talentless existence. The dream felt like a distant shore he could never reach.
Five more years crawled by, each day a monotonous echo of the last. Lazarus, the marine's chore boy, the very bottom rung of their rigid hierarchy.
Humiliation was a constant companion, the weight of his insignificance pressing down on him. He was a shadow amongst heroes, a silent testament to unfulfilled aspirations.
Just when despair threatened to consume him entirely, a flicker of the impossible ignited within. He discovered it – a Life Simulation System.