In the end, is life itself not a question?
I am an ordinary man from Earth who enjoys playing extraordinary games, so it was all meant to be entertainment.
I dislike games that involve Greek mythology.
Ironically, I purchased a newly released game without reading the description.
The moment I realized it was based on Greek mythology, I swore, removed it, and threw it out the window.
Shortly after, I found myself coughing blood until death, my vision fading as dark veins spread across my body and my skin turned pale.
When I awoke, I realized that I had been reincarnated into the game. I was overwhelmingly powerful, yet no one in this world was aware of my existence.
As a cultured young gentleman, I only wanted to build a harem of goddesses.
I may dislike Greek mythology, but I am well versed in its lore and understand how to navigate it.
Then why are monsters, demonic demigods, and other hellish beings constantly standing in my way?
Please. I have a system as well.
At least this is a modern world, and I do not need to attend a special academy, as this body belongs to a graduate living a seemingly ordinary life.
Still, where is the enjoyment without actual excitement?
A dark blue aura erupted from my body, and a shadowed glow overtook my eyes.
The ground cracked, and every low ranked monster within a two hundred meter radius was struck with overwhelming fear from my presence alone.
I still need to grow stronger, however, because of this curse, or rather, these limits.
I will defy thy gods and conquer thy goddesses!