A Cradle of Copies

I've always lived for my little sister, Miri. When the strange, blue screens appeared and the world shattered into a thousand deadly 'Scenarios', I thought we were doomed. The System that arrived was cruel, but it gave Miri a 'Legacy Class' that stabilized her frail body, a miracle I'd prayed for. The price? She's now a target. My own gift from the System was a joke: [Object Duplication], a skill that can only copy simple, non-magical items. Useless in a world of monsters and magic. But I'm a toymaker. My hands know how to build things from nothing. So I started small, copying bandages and clean water. Then I realized I could copy the pages of a skill book, one by one. I could copy the components of a powerful potion. I could build an arsenal from scraps, a library of forbidden knowledge from a single page. The other Players, with their flashy combat skills, laugh at me. But they don't see what I see. The System isn't just a game master; it has a goal. And Miri's 'gift' is central to its plan. Can a man who can only make copies create something original enough to save the person he loves?