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?"

that is their name…" The Oracle smiled softly.

her smile and

"Huhu… indeed."

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

which meant she had more

a lot, but do not resent me and the Elves. Continue to look after them, even after the

as soon as he heard that. "And what's in it

She shrugged almost instantly.

a last

"You're going to die?"

as with my predecessors, my consciousness and knowledge will be merged with the new Vessel and become the new Oracle. However, I am not certain if I will remain 'me' once this

was saying, and it honestly

she couldn't make more egregious moves was because the enemy would do the same—which was why

speaking… she has done

emotional; subject to his arbitrary definition of right and wrong… something he felt rather hesitant to rely so strongly

Rey confessed, following the same spirit that

"Oh, really?"

like this entire world was made just for me. I got an amazing Skill, was able to experience a lot of amazing things… and even though

perhaps all of this was mostly luck. Maybe he just happened to be the one to win the lottery, hence becoming special as a

such power

was what he told

know it's conceited for me to think this way, but I somehow feel responsible for this world—or rather, the people

just getting stronger to a much larger

to protect humanity, to defeat the Dragons… and to create a peaceful world for

he wanted a "Happily Ever After" for himself, but this was much