Two meters tall, normal build. Not a wimp, but not a pumped-up jock either, not thin, not fat. Ordinary. There is a dark hedgehog of hair on the head. Steel colored eyes. A slightly rounded face with soft features and strong-willed... Uh-huh... All that's left of me is an arm, a head, and a piece of my body. Fortunately, at least there are prospects... A healthy, strong body, adventure and development. A full life... In virtual reality, of course. Miracles don’t happen. The main thing now is to manage to turn yourself into an uber-shabby killer, so that they don’t turn me into a slave-slave cash cow... But these are trifles? Which means...