I know I'm probably finished, but I'm not ready to die yet. I can't leave the readers without a story either, so I'll fight. Even if it's useless, I'll fight! I'm the author of this tale—who said these things can kill me so easily?
[Courage +5]
[New: Pride +10]
My dear system, not now. Unless you've got a super-powerful weapon that can get me out of this encirclement, I don't need you at all!
I grab the first thing I can reach. Beside me lies a fairly large stick—nothing special, but at least some kind of weapon. These trees are sturdy, so maybe it could work as a spear if I found something to sharpen it with. Right now, it looks like it broke off from something else—one end jagged, sharp enough to poke but nowhere near lethal. I think.