The Author's POV

As I sat in the dimly lit room with Waylan, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity about his role as a 'Protector.' I had always struggled to comprehend their roles and the motivations behind their actions.

It had been gnawing at me for quite a while now.

Waylan was calm and collected, and he seemed to know everything there was to know about the Records, the universe, and our place in it.

I eventually shook my head.

"No, I do not know why you do the things that you do."

"So he hasn't told you…"

Waylan calmly nodded his head.

I frowned in response to what he said, but I did not move from where I was sitting.

He continued.

"The universe… you can say that it was something that was created by the Records. It's their body, and we are both creations of the Records."

This portion was one that I had a general comprehension of. Despite this, it did not clarify for me what the records' objective was in engaging in all of this activity with creating the Protectors and keeping this so called 'balance'.

Perhaps seeing the confusion on my face, Waylan shifted his posture and changed his wording.

"Think of it like human anatomy. The universe is the Record's body, and we are the components that make up their body."

The things that he said got me nodding my head in agreement. In all honesty, this made much more sense.

"A body is composed of millions of distinct cells and bacteria that work together to keep it functioning. Cells generate energy, and the body grows gradually over time..."

"In light of the aforementioned, because the human body contains such a vast quantity of cells and bacteria, something is bound to occur sooner or later, right?"

I pursed my lips. Somewhat starting to get where he was coming from.

"If there is a virus or some cells begin to multiply too rapidly, the human body will attempt, on its own, to find ways to correct the problem. One such route could be accomplished by deploying white blood cells... antibodies..."

While I listened to him speak, I kept my eyes closed. Even though I couldn't see my face, I could tell that it was getting more and more ugly with each passing second.

"Are you trying to imply that you, Protectors are the antibodies of this system?"

"You catch on pretty quickly."

Waylan happily smiled.

To put it another way, we are here to ensure that all of the processes taking place within the body run smoothly. We get rid of anything that even has the remotest possibility of being hazardous. We respond to things that might be harmful to us in the same way that your body does when it encounters potentially harmful

that have to do with the fact that you're the ones who introduced

that extent if they

for a split second

do you think

at that very moment, I began to gain

that we decided to give powers to you and every other being in the universe so that we could play a game with you? Do you honestly believe that we even want to

Waylan shook his head.

merely a part of a much larger network. It is our responsibility as Protectors to see to it that

paused and stared at

need to know your

very air chilled at his last words, and I stared straight at him, unable to utter a single

at a loss as to whether I should be laughing or

of what was going on, but at the same time,

not so

as insignificant as I

reached my

that you've found some big secret. Reality is… it doesn't matter if you found the secret or

slowly stood up from

that. You were never a threat to us from the very beginning, and even if that 'traitor' has helped you achieve your current level

and it was at that point that a smile crossed my

He probably felt it.

really think I'd come here knowing of your

to pay a visit to the chapel in that world, it was immediately abundantly clear to me that I was not a match for a Protector. Even with all of my

That was before, however…

there'd be no way he'd let me come to you knowing just how powerful you guys are.

the point of sending me to that world wasn't just to help me understand what was going on

into my system slowly but surely. The process was smooth and harmless, and gradually I witnessed my

the next big level shattered,

attention on Waylan, the corners of my eyes

if we were to fight,

on an entirely different level than anyone else I had ever encountered

Ba.. Thump! Ba… Thump!

the beating of my heart in my chest, but I forcefully calmed

"Must we fight?"

contrary to what I had anticipated, exhibited an air of calm composure. He did not give any indication that he was unhappy with