Chapter 275: Deviation
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"What is this? What the hell?" A young man's anguished scream echoed through the desolate landscape as he desperately tried to make sense of his situation.
His blonde hair was disheveled, sweat drenched his forehead, and his chest heaved with exertion—the pain, both physical and emotional, gnawed at his very core.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Arthur's voice cracked, his cries filled with frustration and despair. He clutched his chest, even though he had just consumed a healing potion.
The wound, both physical and mental, continued to torment him, refusing to fade away. Doubt crept into his mind, fueled by the overwhelming pain he had experienced.
The clothes on his chest were covered with blood, and his arms were filled with scars showing the intense battle he had just participated in.
His legs carried him forward in a frenzied sprint, the scenery blurring around him as he distanced himself from the battleground he was meant to face. It should have been his job as the centered person in this world, but he refused.
'System! What is this? Why didn't you warn me?' He spoke inside his mind; the feeling of fear was still lingering inside his chest.
Confusion mingled with his fear, creating a turbulent storm within him. He felt betrayed, questioning why nobody had warned him of the true dangers that awaited him.
At that moment, the only thing that was inside his mind was himself and himself only. He had already forgotten the girl that was trying to protect him from the demon while putting her life on the line.
At that moment, inside his mind, the voice of his trusted system echoed.
"Huh? Unknown variable?" He muttered with disbelief.
The relentless repetition of the warnings grated on Arthur's nerves, fueling his growing frustration. The system, which had been his constant companion, now seemed to be failing him when he needed it most.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING YOU SHITTY SYSTEM!" Arthur's voice cracked with anger and desperation. The pain from his wounds mingled with the bitterness of betrayal as he lashed out at the very thing that was supposed to assist him.
However, there was no response. "AAAAAAAA!" With a loud shout, Arthur kept running as he escaped, leaving the scene alone.
As he ran, his thoughts raced, replaying the events in his mind. Images of the demon's ferocious attack flashed before his eyes, a constant reminder of his own vulnerability.
The realization of his own limitations weighed heavily upon him, overshadowing his initial excitement and determination.
"What am I doing? How did it come to this?" Arthur's voice quivered with self-doubt, his strides faltering for a moment. "First that Callius bastard, and now this one. WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING!"
He remembered the events of that time, the hands that were caressing him, saying everything would be okay, saying he was the one that was chosen.
"How am I the chosen one?" The question lingered in his mind, stabbing deeper into his soul. His body staggered as his thoughts filled his head.
/THUD/
He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground before he forced himself to regain his footing. Fear coursed through his veins, but deep down, he knew. He knew he was pathetic. But he tried to refuse this feeling; he tried to console himself.
"Yes…. I needed to escape…. This is just a game, and I am the protagonist, after all…. Nothing will happen… HAHA… Everything will be fine…. The system said it was just an error… Everything will be fixed until tomorrow… HAHA…" Arthur's voice wavered, his words laced with a hint of madness.
He tried to convince himself, to find comfort in the belief that everything would be fine, that the system's errors would be resolved by the following day.
"Everything is fine. She is just a random heroine anyway; I can find another whenever I want…. HAHAHAHAHA! That's right…. I just need to survive and enjoy myself…"
The sound of his forced laughter echoed hollowly in the desolate landscape, a feeble attempt to mask the growing turmoil within him.
However, deep down…. Deep down, he knew… He knew the reason why it came to this… But he did what most people would do…. What human brain was programmed to save itself….
He justified himself instead of accepting…I think you should take a look at
The weight of his doubts threatened to crush him, but he pressed on, refusing to succumb to despair, with his smile becoming increasingly artificial, his emotions detached from reality.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha..." His laughter continued, growing increasingly strained with each passing second. It echoed in the empty air, a desperate attempt to mask the fear and uncertainty that consumed him.
Yet, deep within the recesses of his mind, the doubts persisted like a relentless specter haunting his every thought.
In the end, he, too, knew he was the one to blame for his actions…
/THUD/
He fell to the ground, growing tired from the constant running and the fight he had just done. He was tired, not knowing what to do….
But before he could drown in his feelings any longer, suddenly, the same voice that occupied him echoed inside his head.
Yes, it was the voice of his system that had failed him.
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"What is this? What the hell?" A young man's anguished scream echoed through the desolate landscape as he desperately tried to make sense of his situation.
His blonde hair was disheveled, sweat drenched his forehead, and his chest heaved with exertion—the pain, both physical and emotional, gnawed at his very core.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Arthur's voice cracked, his cries filled with frustration and despair. He clutched his chest, even though he had just consumed a healing potion.
The wound, both physical and mental, continued to torment him, refusing to fade away. Doubt crept into his mind, fueled by the overwhelming pain he had experienced.
The clothes on his chest were covered with blood, and his arms were filled with scars showing the intense battle he had just participated in.
His legs carried him forward in a frenzied sprint, the scenery blurring around him as he distanced himself from the battleground he was meant to face. It should have been his job as the centered person in this world, but he refused.
'System! What is this? Why didn't you warn me?' He spoke inside his mind; the feeling of fear was still lingering inside his chest.
Confusion mingled with his fear, creating a turbulent storm within him. He felt betrayed, questioning why nobody had warned him of the true dangers that awaited him.
At that moment, the only thing that was inside his mind was himself and himself only. He had already forgotten the girl that was trying to protect him from the demon while putting her life on the line.
At that moment, inside his mind, the voice of his trusted system echoed.
"Huh? Unknown variable?" He muttered with disbelief.
The relentless repetition of the warnings grated on Arthur's nerves, fueling his growing frustration. The system, which had been his constant companion, now seemed to be failing him when he needed it most.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING YOU SHITTY SYSTEM!" Arthur's voice cracked with anger and desperation. The pain from his wounds mingled with the bitterness of betrayal as he lashed out at the very thing that was supposed to assist him.
However, there was no response. "AAAAAAAA!" With a loud shout, Arthur kept running as he escaped, leaving the scene alone.
As he ran, his thoughts raced, replaying the events in his mind. Images of the demon's ferocious attack flashed before his eyes, a constant reminder of his own vulnerability.
The realization of his own limitations weighed heavily upon him, overshadowing his initial excitement and determination.
"What am I doing? How did it come to this?" Arthur's voice quivered with self-doubt, his strides faltering for a moment. "First that Callius bastard, and now this one. WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING!"
He remembered the events of that time, the hands that were caressing him, saying everything would be okay, saying he was the one that was chosen.
"How am I the chosen one?" The question lingered in his mind, stabbing deeper into his soul. His body staggered as his thoughts filled his head.
/THUD/
He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground before he forced himself to regain his footing. Fear coursed through his veins, but deep down, he knew. He knew he was pathetic. But he tried to refuse this feeling; he tried to console himself.
"Yes…. I needed to escape…. This is just a game, and I am the protagonist, after all…. Nothing will happen… HAHA… Everything will be fine…. The system said it was just an error… Everything will be fixed until tomorrow… HAHA…" Arthur's voice wavered, his words laced with a hint of madness.
He tried to convince himself, to find comfort in the belief that everything would be fine, that the system's errors would be resolved by the following day.
"Everything is fine. She is just a random heroine anyway; I can find another whenever I want…. HAHAHAHAHA! That's right…. I just need to survive and enjoy myself…"
The sound of his forced laughter echoed hollowly in the desolate landscape, a feeble attempt to mask the growing turmoil within him.
However, deep down…. Deep down, he knew… He knew the reason why it came to this… But he did what most people would do…. What human brain was programmed to save itself….
He justified himself instead of accepting…I think you should take a look at
The weight of his doubts threatened to crush him, but he pressed on, refusing to succumb to despair, with his smile becoming increasingly artificial, his emotions detached from reality.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha..." His laughter continued, growing increasingly strained with each passing second. It echoed in the empty air, a desperate attempt to mask the fear and uncertainty that consumed him.
Yet, deep within the recesses of his mind, the doubts persisted like a relentless specter haunting his every thought.
In the end, he, too, knew he was the one to blame for his actions…
/THUD/
He fell to the ground, growing tired from the constant running and the fight he had just done. He was tired, not knowing what to do….
But before he could drown in his feelings any longer, suddenly, the same voice that occupied him echoed inside his head.
Yes, it was the voice of his system that had failed him.
"What is this? What the hell?" A young man's anguished scream echoed through the desolate landscape as he desperately tried to make sense of his situation.His blonde hair was disheveled, sweat drenched his forehead, and his chest heaved with exertionthe pain, both physical and emotional, gnawed at his very core."It hurts! It hurts so much!" Arthur's voice cracked, his cries filled with frustration and despair. He clutched his chest, even though he had just consumed a healing potion.The wound, both physical and mental, continued to torment him, refusing to fade away. Doubt crept into his mind, fueled by the overwhelming pain he had experienced.The clothes on his chest were covered with blood, and his arms were filled with scars showing the intense battle he had just participated in.His legs carried him forward in a frenzied sprint, the scenery blurring around him as he distanced himself from the battleground he was meant to face. It should have been his job as the centered person in this world, but he refused.'System! What is this? Why didn't you warn me?' He spoke inside his mind; the feeling of fear was still lingering inside his chest.Confusion mingled with his fear, creating a turbulent storm within him. He felt betrayed, questioning why nobody had warned him of the true dangers that awaited him.At that moment, the only thing that was inside his mind was himself and himself only. He had already forgotten the girl that was trying to protect him from the demon while putting her life on the line. At that moment, inside his mind, the voice of his trusted system echoed."Huh? Unknown variable?" He muttered with disbelief.The relentless repetition of the warnings grated on Arthur's nerves, fueling his growing frustration. The system, which had been his constant companion, now seemed to be failing him when he needed it most."WHAT ARE YOU SAYING YOU SHITTY SYSTEM!" Arthur's voice cracked with anger and desperation. The pain from his wounds mingled with the bitterness of betrayal as he lashed out at the very thing that was supposed to assist him.However, there was no response. "AAAAAAAA!" With a loud shout, Arthur kept running as he escaped, leaving the scene alone.As he ran, his thoughts raced, replaying the events in his mind. Images of the demon's ferocious attack flashed before his eyes, a constant reminder of his own vulnerability.The realization of his own limitations weighed heavily upon him, overshadowing his initial excitement and determination."What am I doing? How did it come to this?" Arthur's voice quivered with self-doubt, his strides faltering for a moment. "First that Callius bastard, and now this one. WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING!"He remembered the events of that time, the hands that were caressing him, saying everything would be okay, saying he was the one that was chosen."How am I the chosen one?" The question lingered in his mind, stabbing deeper into his soul. His body staggered as his thoughts filled his head./THUD/He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground before he forced himself to regain his footing. Fear coursed through his veins, but deep down, he knew. He knew he was pathetic. But he tried to refuse this feeling; he tried to console himself."Yes. I needed to escape. This is just a game, and I am the protagonist, after all. Nothing will happen HAHA Everything will be fine. The system said it was just an error Everything will be fixed until tomorrow HAHA" Arthur's voice wavered, his words laced with a hint of madness.He tried to convince himself, to find comfort in the belief that everything would be fine, that the system's errors would be resolved by the following day."Everything is fine. She is just a random heroine anyway; I can find another whenever I want. HAHAHAHAHA! That's right. I just need to survive and enjoy myself"The sound of his forced laughter echoed hollowly in the desolate landscape, a feeble attempt to mask the growing turmoil within him.However, deep down. Deep down, he knew He knew the reason why it came to this But he did what most people would do. What human brain was programmed to save itself.He justified himself instead of acceptingI think you should take a look at The weight of his doubts threatened to crush him, but he pressed on, refusing to succumb to despair, with his smile becoming increasingly artificial, his emotions detached from reality."Hahahaha, hahahaha..." His laughter continued, growing increasingly strained with each passing second. It echoed in the empty air, a desperate attempt to mask the fear and uncertainty that consumed him.Yet, deep within the recesses of his mind, the doubts persisted like a relentless specter haunting his every thought.In the end, he, too, knew he was the one to blame for his actions/THUD/He fell to the ground, growing tired from the constant running and the fight he had just done. He was tired, not knowing what to do.But before he could drown in his feelings any longer, suddenly, the same voice that occupied him echoed inside his head.Yes, it was the voice of his system that had failed him.
