Bound by the System: The Reluctant Counter

There was a time before this.



I cannot remember it clearly. It comes in fragments — the weight of power, a voice that once called my name, a pair of eyes I feel more than see. But the rest is mist.



They say I am being punished.



The System gives me no guidance. It does not speak unless it must. It does not comfort. It only instructs.



[Task detected. Entering soul channel.]



I wake in bodies that do not belong to me. A fallen young mistress. A nameless servant girl. A scapegoat disciple left to rot at the foot of a mountain.



They are all women who died with unfinished fates. Each time, the System says I must live in their place and complete their stories. Restore what was stolen. Rewrite what was lost. And when I do… a token appears.



I do not know how many I must collect. The System does not say. It only demands.



I did not ask for this path. I do not walk it willingly. But there is something I am chasing — or perhaps, something chasing me.



Sometimes, in the quiet moments between death and rebirth, I hear a voice. Sometimes, I feel a hand reaching out. Familiar. Warm. Longing.



I do not know who he is.

I do not know who I am.

But when I gather the tokens, the dreams become clearer. The ache grows stronger.



If the only way to return is forward, then forward I will go.



Not for the System.

Not for Heaven.

But for the one who remembers me… even when I cannot remember myself.