A world isn't so restricted to a planet, known by one measly civilization. Expanded throughout the infinite universe, all kinds of worlds exist, hosting billions of sentient creatures who believe against all odds, that they are the center of hope. Normalcies were different, their faces and races might vary, but at the end of their dismal days, one ideology was shared.
A single sentence, its negative energy feeding the empty void of space where ships fought and fell. Every conscious creature, in action or not, vocalized their deluded happiness.
"We aren't happy. Our pain is becoming too much to ignore."
"Someone, show us the meaning of hope! We're sick of letting delusion fabricate our lives!"
Their requests for help resulted in disarray. No one heard them, and those who did were too caught up in their busy lives to care. The so called therapists were just money hungry ego maniacs, only helping the weak minded feel more deceived.
Living vicariously through others was no way to live. So they remained alone, destined to brand their resolve as a coping mechanism to the accursed world they ran away from.
Waiting patiently, the universe was on the brink of emotional catastrophe. Pointless intergalactic wars were being fought daily, and planets were being destroyed just as easily. United peace was a long lost construct in the cosmos, and many people, rich and poor, were waiting for a hero that was fated to never appear.
America, on planet Earth, in the year 2026, a young man named Vale was working as a waiter for a fancy restaurant. He had just finished another shift, sitting in the break room, counting his cash tips in his hands. His gaze didn't seem joyful, but forlorn instead while counting hundreds of dollars. Vale was of Caucasian ethnicity, and wore black short bangs as hair, cut above his ears on the sides.
Bitter, like he hated every second of his monotonous life, he talked to himself, placing the cash on the floor. "Another day wasted. How long am I going to feed this tedium of mine before I finally die?" While seated, his long legs were bent, revealing a perfectly slender skinny body that made most ladies turn their heads his way. While being extremely handsome, Vale was tall also, his six foot two height perfect in moderacy. His appearance made his food serving job easy, as lookism was sadly the greatest currency made from being.
"I hate all of you, but I just don't know why." His gloomy tonality apparent, his sharp jawline tilted as his head dropped sideways.
Interrupted by a brunette beauty, who heard what he said, laughed and sat next to him. This made him fix his sitting position. "You really are a weird dude. Every time I see you serving, you put on a smile, laugh, and act like a joyous idiot." She paused for a second. "But once you take a break, it's like you're a completely different person."
Vale, who knew this person as his manager, responded, changing his face back to blank and normal. "We all need breaks, no one's always happy."
What he really meant to say, is no one is ever happy.
Vale believed that happiness was derived by a rotting plant of societally made delusion, and without the support of insanity, humans would be hopeless, wandering an earth they knew, and had to accept was painfully obscure.
Life wasn't fair, not at all. But to fit in, Vale knew he couldn't be a boring nihilist.
Simply put, he had to be a boring nobody, blending in with the monotone bleakness of society, eroding until there weren't any stones left.
Vale stood up, and said his goodbyes to his manager who he didn't care one bit about.
Walking out of the fancy Michelin ranked restaurant, he sighed as he made it to the middle of the parking lot. But as he stepped to the medium, he stopped and looked up to the starry sky.
"I'm just a boring man, living in a place that'll never accept him for his societal flaws. I'm not even talented. All my social skills are just phrases I repeat to rich people with a pretty display." Since it was winter, the night was cold, making his exhale push out visible mist.
Vale Luckwish was a twenty four year old male, and he didn't have any friends to speak of. Anyone who tried to connect with him received an awkward conversation in return. Maybe it was luck or the path he chose, but he was alone.
So, he loathed his existence often.
A man living in a different world from the rest, walking but not really moving, was by day, getting sicker of his worthless life. He envied those who were obviously more successful, and his vain took an eminent upgrade every time he despised a lesser human.
He knew, by observing earth society, that nobody was created equal. Human actions, natural born intellect, and comprehension of the simplest concepts is what formed status. To ignore this truth, was no different from accepting that you were below the bar.
Knowing this was just a mechanism to keep his value intact, he spoke to the night sky, honest to whatever his self was.
"I'm really a meaningless excuse for sentience. If I could just understand them more, maybe I could copy their charm." As Vale began to saunter forward to his car, a holographic image blocked his way, its simple design of a dark green rectangle as big as half of his body. Halting his walk at it, he realized the holograph was blank at first, but stupefied at its presence, Vale had a few ideas of what this could be.
Inwardly, his dreary eyes following the text, he thought, "Has my pain finally been seen and pitied by the gods? No way… is this a system?"
Words were printing on the magical page at a calm rate, and what appeared peaked Vale's interest.
[Skinny Warlock Psychologist System.]
[I am a program designed to bring absolute peace to the universe. Warmth doesn't come without a price, though. Vale Luckwish, do you accept the conditions to a better life?]
Without a moment's doubt, he inwardly became excited at this possibility. "This is really a system, It's just sitting here. It even said my name. I can't believe something like this would be given to me." Accepting this at face value was quite easy. Truth be told, Vale always wished something like this would occur. He watched all types of anime and television, and every time those characters appeared on the screen, it reminded him of how much realer they were than himself.
Vale looked back to his recurring, dull restaurant building, and thought of his life as a waiter. For a brief second, he decided and smiled manically revealing the top row of his perfectly white teeth, returning to gaze at the magical system.
"Yeah, I accept your offer. Who wouldn't?" His universal groans were finally being noticed. Vale narrowed his eyes slightly, fixing his face back to normal. "You're throwing me a chance to be the main character of some anime, I'd be an idiot to stay in this world."
[Your resilience to mediocrity is admirable, but before I give you this universal gift, I'll have to verify your resolve.]
"..." Vale was surprised, but agreed anyway. "Go ahead."
[Do not lie to me. You aren't special, you were merely picked from the countless for your esteemed reference gene. Are you willing to relish the fact that you might be tortured, killed, and targeted in your great journey of introspection?]
Vale instantly took on a face of solemnity. This wasn't a normal question, and knowing the conditions set in place by the system, he couldn't lie if he wanted to.
He waited a few seconds before answering, and replied with the honest response of, "No, but I'd risk my life for purpose. You can't expect me to get tortured. I'm a weak human, strong enough to die proudly as a good person, and that's about it."
The system displayed nothing for a change as if it was stunned to hear this. Then, it thought the answer to be adequate enough.
[Congratulations, you're now on track to become the greatest psychologist the universe has ever seen! Transferring body to a chaos planet riddled in ultimate despair.]
"What?! Did you just say chaos planet? This can't be good!" Vale upon seeing this felt excited, but wondered what would happen and prepared for any scenario.