A world isn't so restricted to a planet, known by one measly civilization. Expanded throughout the infinite universe, all kinds of planets exist, hosting billions of sentient creatures who believe against all odds, that they are the center of hope. Normalcies were different, their faces and bodies 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.
Space pirates, universally recognized as harbingers of liberation and power, were adventurers who took freedom to the cosmos. If chosen to fight for the greater good, these void sailors were the only counters to evil, existing in legions of creatures across all worlds.
On planet Earth in the country of America, the year was 2026.
A somber young man named Vale Luckwish was working as a waiter for a fancy restaurant, and he'd just finished another shift. Sitting on the floor in the break room, he counted some cash in his hands. Despite holding hundreds of dollars, his gaze didn't seem joyful, not one bit.
Forlorn, he was the human symbol of an immortal being lost in the forest of uncanny obsession. Enduring a constant questioning, the process of wonder he displayed to his surroundings was eternal, and his dreary expression, betraying to all joy, rooted its stem indefinitely in the mundane reality of his certain path.
Painstakingly aware of his empty life, he wanted nothing more than an early death.
"Why am I even alive?" Thinking to himself, Vale planned to sit for a bit, and after, head back home to eat, watch some television, and fall asleep.
Vale was of Caucasian ethnicity, and for his hair, he had black short bangs, cut above on the sides making his ears fully present.
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 skinny body that made beauties turn their heads his way. He was tall also, his six foot one height perfect in moderacy. This made his job serving easy, as lookism was sadly the greatest currency made from being.
"I hate all of you, but I just don't know why." Vale's gloomy expression only grew as he talked to himself. As his sharp jawline tilted, his head followed and dropped sideways.
His daily self deprecation was interrupted by a brunette beauty, who heard what he said. She shortly 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 wanted to say, was...
"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.
Like the conscious existence, what followed after 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 the world renowned 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.
"When will my life stand out like one of those stars? Sure they're creations of heated destruction, but at least they're seen. I'm just a boring man, living in a place that'll never accept him for his 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 man, 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.
Vale knew by observing earth society that nobody was created equal. Talent, intellect, the way sentient beings ranked each other based on actions they deemed important. All of it was based on a system of luck and charisma. Dismissing this ideal was no different from accepting you were lower than the bar, and for the prideful ones, such a realization was worse than death.
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." Suddenly, as Vale began to move 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. Stopping at it, he realized the holograph was blank at first, but that quickly changed.
Stupefied at its presence, Vale had a few ideas of what this could be.
Inwardly, his gloomy eyes following the text, he thought, "Have I finally been 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'm 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, Vale became inwardly excited at this possibility. His face however, was still trying to process the gift floating before him. "This is really a system, It's just sitting here. It even said my name. Holy fuck. Is this my ticket into the good life? I almost can't believe... that someone would give this 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 more authentic they were compared to himself.
Vale looked back to his recurring, dull restaurant building, and thought of his life as a waiter. For a brief second, he made his decision. He smiled manically, revealing the top row of his perfectly white teeth. This didn't last long, as happiness was just a few words away. Returning to gaze at the magical system.
Returning to gaze at the magical system, he accepted the system's proposal. "Yeah, I accept your offer. Who wouldn't?" His countless universal groans, a plea against the immovable obstacle of mediocrity, had finally been noticed. Vale narrowed his eyes slightly, fixing his face back to normal, more jubilant than he'd been in a while. "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."
[Don't you dare 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 reply of, "No, but I'd risk my life for a chance to have some sort of purpose. You can't expect me to get tortured. I'm a weak human strong enough to die as a good person. 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? Wait, can I get some more information?" A magical green magic enveloped his being, and once it reached his chest, Vale braced for anything. "Prepare to run for your life, Vale. There's no telling what might happen!"
Vale Luckwish, now teleported to an alien planet, was on a journey to become an unrivaled friend, pirate, and psychologist.