I read the warning three times.
The System would auto-terminate at twenty-four hours. Meaning I could never burn below a single day of life using Divine Overflow, because the System valued its own continued existence enough to pull the plug before I could spend the last of myself. That was simultaneously reassuring and deeply fucked up. The System had built a kill switch into my suicide button. Like installing a safety net on a rooftop jump, it wouldn't stop me from wanting to leap, but it would keep the mess contained.
The math painted a picture I didn't want to examine too closely. With five days of lifespan, I could sustain Divine Overflow for approximately four minutes and thirty-six seconds before hitting the auto-terminate threshold. Four and a half minutes of god mode followed by mandatory shutdown and one day to find someone willing to let me drink supernatural breast milk before I died for real.
