One Life Gambits

The day the world ended, I was making coffee. Then the sky ripped apart. Earth didn't just change—it unfolded. Continents stretched into impossible distances, cities cracked like eggshells, oceans boiled with new horrors. Monsters clawed out of nowhere. Ancient races—things that looked human but weren't—started hunting. And the System? It woke up inside every last one of us. Blue screens. Classes. Power. Most people got lucky: fire in their veins, shadows that obeyed, bodies that could tank artillery. They formed guilds overnight. Claimed territory with blood. Raided dungeons that spat out treasures—and corpses. Guild wars turned streets into kill zones. PvE? That's what they call it when you hunt bosses for loot. PvP is when the hunters turn on each other. I didn't get lucky. I woke up as something broken. A spinning black shadow, barely holding shape. One hit point. No weapons. No damage. Just three pathetic equip slots and stats funneled into paths that make no sense for fighting. I'm not a warrior. I'm prey [SYSTEM] HP: 1 / 1 [WARNING: Any damage taken will kill the user [PERMANENT DEBUFF] Class: Support???