Roger transmigrates into another world and gets bonded to a system. The system is good in every way — killing enemies gives points, scavenging junk gives points, and points can be exchanged for skills and equipment. Its only flaw: it's mute. Aside from reporting point totals, it never says anything else. Roger figures this is fine. No quests dragging him around by the nose, no fear of being erased for failing a mission. He can quietly keep his head down, stack points, learn skills, and survive. Archery, healing, magic, stealth, alchemy... the skills keep piling up, the points keep stacking, and the snowball keeps getting bigger. Until everyone starts asking the same question: "Just how many skills do you actually have?" Roger looks at the rows of skills on his system panel and falls into thought. "How many skills do I actually have? Even I don't know."
