Dain Blackstone sat cross-legged on her creaky gaming chair, her screen glowing in the dim light of her bedroom. The hum of her computer fan was the only sound, apart from the furious clacking of her keyboard. The battlefield tonight? An anime discussion forum. The topic? Female characters and their notorious reputation for being useless.

She scanned the thread, her brows furrowed. The original post read:

"Why are female characters in anime so pointless? They're all just fanservice or damsels in distress. Prove me wrong."

Dain's jaw clenched. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, crafting a rebuttal.

"The problem isn't the characters; it's the writing. They're not inherently useless—they're just victims of lazy, male-centered storytelling. Given the right development, they could outshine most male protagonists."

She hit "Post Reply" with a satisfied smirk. Within seconds, notifications pinged as replies poured in.

User1: "LOL, keep coping. Name one female character who isn't a walking plot device."

User2: "Bruh, just accept it. Anime is made for guys. Girls are there for eye candy."

User3: "Dain Blackstone is delusional. Seriously, get help if you think Sakura, Orihime, or any of these characters are worth more than their cup size."

Dain's face burned with frustration. She typed furiously, the heat rising in her chest.

"You're all missing the point. It's not about how they were written—it's about how they could have been written. Imagine Sakura from Naruto with the same focus and training as Naruto and Sasuke. Or Orihime from Bleach embracing her powers and becoming an offensive force. They're not useless; they're underutilized!"

She sat back, waiting for a reply that never seemed to validate her points. The responses she got instead were even worse.

User4: "You're projecting so hard it's embarrassing. Just admit these characters are trash and move on."

User5: "Why waste time on useless characters? They were designed to be useless, deal with it."

User3: "She probably has a shrine to these girls. Newsflash, they're fictional. No one cares."

Dain gritted her teeth. She wasn't just some fan projecting her feelings onto these characters. She admired them—flaws and all. Yes, they were fictional, but that didn't mean their stories couldn't have been better. Didn't they deserve to be seen as more than set dressing?

The argument spiraled, leaving her drained. Finally, she slammed her laptop shut with a frustrated groan and fell back onto her bed.

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Hours later, sleep finally claimed her, and with it came a dream. Or at least, she thought it was a dream.

A soft, synthetic voice echoed in the darkness.

"Dain Blackstone."

She stirred but didn't wake. The voice came again, firmer this time.

"Dain Blackstone, your passion has been noted."

Her eyes snapped open. She wasn't in her bedroom anymore. She floated in a void, surrounded by shimmering lights that pulsed in rhythm with the voice.

"Who—what—is this?" she stammered, her voice echoing around her.

"I am the System," the voice replied, calm and unyielding. "I exist to facilitate change for those who believe in the potential of neglected stories."

"What are you talking about?" Dain asked, her heart pounding.

"You have expressed an uncommon dedication to the overlooked and underestimated. Female characters across fictional worlds are bound by their creators' limitations, trapped in roles they were never allowed to outgrow. You believe they deserve better."

Dain nodded slowly, her mind spinning. "Of course I do. They're wasted potential. It's infuriating."

"Would you like to change that?" the System asked, its tone devoid of judgment but heavy with implication.

She blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I can grant you the ability to enter these fictional worlds and alter their destinies. You can rewrite their paths, guide them toward greatness, and unlock their full potential."

Dain's mouth went dry. It sounded ridiculous—something out of the very anime she loved to dissect. And yet, the System's presence felt tangible, undeniable.

"Why me?" she whispered.

"Because you care," the System replied. "You see value where others see only failure. If you feel strongly enough about these characters, you can make a difference."

Dain hesitated, her thoughts swirling. Could she really do it? Step into the worlds she'd spent years watching, critiquing, and dreaming about? Could she give the characters she loved the stories they deserved?

"And what do you get out of this?" she asked warily.

"I seek only balance," the System said. "When neglected characters are given their due, the worlds they inhabit grow richer and stronger. My purpose is to facilitate that growth."

Dain took a deep breath. It was absurd. Impossible. And yet… her pulse quickened at the thought. If she could rewrite Sakura's story, give her the power and agency she deserved… or if she could make Orihime a true warrior alongside Ichigo…

Her frustration from earlier came rushing back. The dismissive comments, the mockery, the way people laughed at her for caring. She clenched her fists.

"I'm in," she said firmly.

"Very well," the System replied. "Your journey begins now. Each world will present challenges, but with your knowledge and determination, you can succeed. Are you ready?"

Dain straightened her shoulders. "I've been ready my whole life."

The void began to shift, colors swirling and coalescing into a vortex. A surge of energy coursed through her, and for a brief moment, she felt like she was on the brink of something extraordinary.

"Welcome, Dain Blackstone," the System intoned. "Let us begin."

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When Dain woke, she wasn't in her bed. She was standing in a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. She looked down and saw herself dressed in unfamiliar clothes—sturdy boots, a leather jacket, and a utility belt loaded with items she didn't recognize.

A glowing interface floated before her, displaying a single name: Sakura Haruno.

Beneath it were the words: Objective: Rewrite the story.

Dain grinned, a spark of excitement lighting her eyes.

"It's time to make things right."

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I'll continue to upate this story slowly and as long as I have time. It might get deleted as well depending on the amount of time I have.