An Extra’s POV

"This world… H'Trae… is meant to be inherited by the Elves."

Rey already knew that the world had a certain bias towards the Elves. Despite their non-violent culture, they were still incredibly powerful. They also had such hubris that was backed up by the world's preference towards them.

He was constantly told to help them, and it was only when he was on their side that his Alignment became a 'Good' Variant.

'Does that mean Good and Evil are decided by one's tendency to aid the Elves and not Harm them? Are things really that simple here?' He didn't know anymore.

From what The Oracle just told him, everything else was pointless.

"Everyone else will perish?" He asked, just for confirmation, and he watched as The Oracle affirmed his words.

"Everyone else will perish."

Rey was supposed to believe her. After all, she had been correct about the 'path' that opened up which allowed him to save Ciela. She was also correct about plenty of other things, and she even seemed sincere and impersonal about the whole thing.

He knew she certainly wasn't lying.

But, even then…

"I can't believe it. I don't think the future is as set in stone as you believe it to be." Rey mumbled to himself.

"Are you saying I saw wrong?"

"No." He stared hard at her as he gave the only response he could. "It's simply that I intend to change that future you saw."

his own free will, as well as the power of decisions. If a person knew the future and did his best to change

at that future… or he could completely change

and call sick at work. By doing so, he would have changed that future… though it

case amounted to the same future as with the first scenario if he just entered his car and died in

somehow, and his death

proper actions… I'm sure I will be able

to die, but if he could preserve the majority—saving as many as he possibly could—that would be more than enough as an accomplishment for

him. It would be the best

designed this game will let you alter that future that has been preset?"

lose. But this… this one is different. It's less like a game and more like a story. The ones above already have

"...."

believe they will stay

he confidently placed his hand on his chest and responded with as

up the worst possible outcome for a story and leave us to live out

The ones who had even more authority than The

they functionally

H'Trae, and all they did was set up the

to do anything of note. And even if

help as many people survive. And if the ones above had

was his

this was all blind stubbornness—the kind expected from an immature teenager who had very

words, refusing to let