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?"

their name…" The Oracle smiled softly.

returned her smile and responded. "Not

"Huhu… indeed."

that point, the rain ceased and it became a rather sunny atmosphere. The sudden warmth cleared the remnant cold, though the drenched figure of The Oracle remained unchanged as

wasn't walking, which meant she had more to tell

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

smirked as soon as he heard

She shrugged almost instantly.

a last

"You're going to die?"

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 is over. I doubt I was this way before I became The Oracle, and I also doubt I will continue to

she was saying, and

make more egregious moves was because the enemy would do the same—which was why agency was left to the pieces on the board. In a sense, she was a victim of this

has done nothing

were merely emotional; subject to his arbitrary definition of

Rey confessed, following the same spirit that prompted The

"Oh, really?"

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 even

of this was mostly luck. Maybe he just happened to

such power fall on him was still

was what

it's conceited for me to think this way, but I somehow

know the exact moment when his goal evolved from just getting stronger to

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

he wanted a "Happily Ever