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."

will, as well as the power of decisions. If a person knew the future and did his best to change it, one of two things

that future… or

accident, then he could simply stay at home all day and call sick at work. By doing so, he would have changed that future… though it was possible that a car crashed into his

Rey didn't think the man's death in the latter case amounted to the same future as

changed somehow, and his

I know enough, and I take the proper actions… I'm sure I will be able to change the future enough to save as many people

the majority—saving as many as he possibly could—that would

not just him. It would

will let you alter that

But this… this one is different. It's less like a game and more like a story. The ones above already have an end in mind, and

"...."

believe they will stay still and

for so long, Rey smiled as he confidently placed his hand on his chest and responded with as much boldness as he

a story and leave us to live out their

had even more authority than The

weren't they functionally

did was set up the world—dooming most of its residents

them to do anything of note. And even if

in this world were fated to die, the very least he could do was try his best to help as many people survive. And if the ones above had a problem with it and finally descended from

was his current

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

to his words, refusing to let them go no