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."

of decisions. If a person knew the future and did his best

could inevitably arrive at that future… or

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

latter case amounted to the same future

changed somehow, and his death happened

will be able to change the

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

would be the best outcome for

who designed this game will

if they will win or lose. But this… this one is different. It's less like a game and more like a story. The

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believe they will stay still and let you

his hand on his chest and responded

up the worst possible outcome for a

had even more authority than The

weren't they functionally

was set up the world—dooming most of its residents

note. And even if they do… I'll think of something once

to help as many people survive. And if the ones above had a problem with it and finally descended

was his current

stubbornness—the kind expected from an immature teenager who had

to his words, refusing to let them go no matter