Someone gets hit by a bus and, after death, ends up in fantasy—with a harem and elf girls. Someone else is called by a goddess to save everyone from the Dark Lord. And me—"just"—my ancient inheritance woke up, and I learned how to open portals. Yes, to another world.
It’s probably enough to go crazy, but there’s more: after some Armageddon, there’s a planet, mutants all around, and the icing on the cake is a system in my head, like in an online game. Only it’s not a game for even a second. And it seems that after death, you won’t get respawned either.