In the year 3024, Earth was a desolate battleground, torn apart by the relentless onslaught of alien invaders. Chaos reigned supreme, and amidst the turmoil stood Ehran, a young man unburdened by the world's plight. Ehran was an orphan, drifting through the debris-laden streets with indifference. His existence was solitary, devoid of any attachments or concerns for others. As he trudged homeward one evening, his path intersected with a glimmering object lying forgotten on the ground—a knife. With apathy gripping his heart, he slowly picked up the knife, its cold metal sending a shiver down his spine. As he turned it over in his hands, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was no ordinary blade. There was something inherently sinister about it, something that set it apart from the countless other objects strewn across the streets. Caught in the grip of despair, Ehran's thoughts turned to the darkest corners of his mind. The weight of his own existence bore down on him like a leaden weight, threatening to crush him beneath its relentless pressure. What was the point of it all? What purpose did he serve in a world consumed by chaos and destruction. With a heavy heart, Ehran slowly looked at the knife clenched tightly in his hand. It would be so easy to end it all, to succumb to the darkness that beckoned him with its seductive whispers. But then, a glimmer of something else—something unexpected. In a moment of careless movement, Ehran inadvertently pricked his finger with the blade. To his astonishment, the knife transformed before his eyes, morphing into a mysterious chip, upon his shocked eyes it embedded itself within his palm. For a moment, he was paralyzed with disbelief. What had he stumbled upon? But then, a sense of excitement coursed through him—an excitement tinged with a hint of danger. Whatever this chip was, it had the potential to change everything. It pulsated with an otherworldly energy, promising power beyond comprehension. This newfound system, akin to those found in virtual games, offered him a path to shape his own destiny. With a smirk playing on his lips, Ehran embraced the possibilities laid before him. The chip granted him the ability to gain experience by harvesting the souls of his victims, enhancing his strength, speed, and various other attributes. It was a tool for self-empowerment, a means to elevate himself above the chaos consuming the world. With newfound purpose, Ehran turned toward the mysterious wormhole opened by the chip. It was an opportunity to carve his own path, unconstrained by the shackles of morality or empathy. As he stepped through the portal, Ehran's heart remained untouched by the suffering of those left behind. He cared not for the cries of help echoing through the crumbling worm hole, for his allegiance was to himself alone. In a world where survival was paramount, he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, heedless of the consequences. And so, the journey of Ehran, the selfish protagonist, began—a tale of power, ambition, and the ruthless pursuit of one's desires in a new world he found himself in.

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