An Extra’s POV

There is no such thing as a real 'Choice.'

For everything one does has been somewhat predetermined by biological inclinations and societal orientation. People are predisposed to acting in certain ways due to their upbringing, as well as innate traits inherited through the gene.

These factors make the 'Free Will' they possess as mere illusions.

One does not 'choose' to eat. They are either hungry, satisfying a craving, or following a directive stemming from certain external conditions that is further amplified by an internal response.

…. This is the position of certain philosophies.

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"I am not the one who started all of this." The Oracle began as she looked at Rey with an emotionless face.

Yet, her eyes… something about it felt tragic.

"I am neither the owner of the game, nor the one who designed the board. I am nothing more than a player forced to sit on one end of the board and play with the pieces that I am bestowed upon."

"Bestowed upon by who?"

"I do not know, but… you have met one of them, have you not? The messenger of the ones above." As The Oracle said this, Rey remembered the accident that brought himself and all his classmates before the pearly gates.

Back then, they were greeted by a rather magnificent entity.

"Seraph?"

name…" The Oracle smiled softly. "It

smile and responded. "Not

"Huhu… indeed."

became a rather sunny atmosphere. The sudden warmth cleared the remnant cold, though the drenched figure of The Oracle remained unchanged as Rey stared

wasn't walking, which meant she

know this is asking for a lot, but do not resent me and the Elves. Continue to look after them,

heard

She shrugged almost instantly.

last favor… a dying

"You're going to die?"

the new Oracle. However, I am not certain if I will remain 'me' once this is over. I doubt I was this way before I became The Oracle, and I also doubt I will continue to remain this way in the

understood what she was saying, and it

the same—which was why agency was left to

has

definition of right and

same spirit that prompted

"Oh, really?"

I know that isn't the case, it almost feels like this entire world was made just for me. I got an amazing Skill, was able to experience a lot of amazing things… and

this was mostly luck. Maybe he just happened to be the one to win the lottery, hence becoming

have been anyone, so having such power fall on him was

what he told

way, but I somehow feel responsible for this world—or rather, the people

getting stronger to a much larger ambition, but he

to protect humanity, to defeat the Dragons… and to create

this was all just a selfish way of saying he wanted a "Happily Ever After" for himself,