I didn't like it when things didn't go as I dictated.
I disliked being put into situations where I wasn't in control of the flow…
Especially if my meddling would result in the demon king destroying this world.
…If that happened, then all the preparation I had made to fight him would become useless.
Maybe if I was strong like Adrian I wouldn't have cared…but I wasn't.
For someone like me, every little detail mattered.
If I suddenly took a cheat item and my action resulted in Adrian's death in the process, what was I supposed to do?
…No. That was not something I was willing to do.
I wasn't someone who wanted to bear the responsibility of saving the world. That responsibility weighed heavier than anyone could imagine.
I was no Hero, nor did I wish to become one…
I didn't have a grand goal or anything like that per se.
The weight of control and the delicate dance with the plotline lingered heavily in my thoughts. As the author of this unfolding tale, the desire for a semblance of control over the narrative tugged at the core of my being. The sigh that escaped me bore the burden of a silent struggle, a conflict between orchestrating events and yielding to the organic evolution of the story.
The notion of obsession with the plotline danced on the periphery of my consciousness. Yet, it wasn't a mere obsession; it was a craving for control, a yearning to navigate the intricate web of characters and events. The major plot points stood as pillars of stability, grounding me in the envisioned trajectory of the tale.
My disposition, my inherent need for control, traced back to a fundamental aspect of my personality. The willingness to let the plotline adapt and change around the edges didn't diminish the core need for a roadmap, a guide through the uncharted territories of creativity.
The fear of losing control wasn't merely about personal preference; it was intricately tied to the looming threat of the demon king and the cataclysmic consequences that could unfold. The meticulous preparations made to counter the impending doom hinged on a narrative that adhered to a certain structure. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
The responsibility of saving the world, a weighty burden that Adrian bore with strength, wasn't a mantle I sought to do. Every detail, every nuance, played a crucial role in the delicate balance of the unfolding events. A misstep, a deviation from the carefully crafted plan, could unravel the threads of fate.
The hypothetical scenario of inadvertently causing Adrian's demise sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of replacing him was a notion dismissed with a resolute "no." It wasn't a path I was willing to traverse. The intricacies of character relationships and the interconnectedness of the narrative meant that such a loss would be irreparable.
In acknowledging my lack of heroic aspirations, I recognized the role I played – an extra, nothing more nor nothing less.
As an extra, I should just stay quiet and let the plotline unfold itself but I can't do that, after knowing that the world is near its doom in 10 years.
So I have to do whatever it takes to survive and become strong so that I can survive in this goddamn world.
"If only things were easy." I couldn't help but muttered to myself as I stared at the ceiling of my room.
Well, no need to cry for that when I already entered this dip in the plotline. I just try and make everything go my way, that's all.
4 days already passed since the vacation started, and the auction will held in 3 days, So taking all of this into consideration I only have one week to cure Isabella's sister after getting my hands on Healberry.
And when I will cure not only Isabella, and Dereck but the rest of Evergreen Clan ows me, and when the right time comes I will make the right use of them.
But first I should get some rest I'm exhausted after this long day.
"Anyway let's go to sleep now," I said to myself as I closed my PC and went towed my bed.
Closing my eyes I soon found myself in sweet dreams.
Next morning, Sunday...
"Lily you should eat vegetables too it's good for your health and body!"
"But I don't like it!"
Lily threw me a side glance which seemed to be asking for help but I didn't have any intention to help her out.
After all, I don't want to be scolded by Mom either for taking her side.
"I think you should listen to Mom, Lily. It's got your good." I slowly said to myself but the sound of my voice easily reached her.
Her eyes widened at my words as she threw me a betrayed look, which I tried my best to ignore.
On these rare occasions, we have breakfast together for the first time since I came home from vacation from Nova Academy.
Mom and Dad are always busy but today they managed to at least have breakfast with us.
"Fine I'll eat vegetables too," Lily grumbled and slowly picked up vegetables from her plate.
Seeing that she was eating vegetables Mom let out a small smile and started her breakfast.
"I'll be going to guild now," Dad said as he got up from the table and headed toward the front door, it was time for him to go to his job.
Mom also follow him, to see him off to work.
"Have a good day honey at work," she said and kissed him, well he also replied to her kiss.
After like minute or Two they let go of each other.
"I will." He said to Mom.
With that Dad went to the house.
"Big Brother, what are Mom and Dad doing right now?"
I sweat dropped at that, I'm how I'm going to explain to her that they were kissing each other.
I tried to keep a straight face as I responded to Lily's innocent question, "Well, Lily, when adults care about each other, they sometimes show it by giving each other a special kind of kiss."
Lily's eyes widened in curiosity, "Special kind of kiss?"
I nodded, choosing my words carefully, "Yes, it's a way for them to express their love. It's something you'll understand when you're older."
She seemed to ponder this for a moment before returning to her breakfast. The atmosphere at the table remained lighthearted, and Mom returned, sensing that the potentially awkward moment had passed.
"Everything alright, you two?" Mom asked, looking between Lily and me.
I offered a reassuring smile, "Just a little sibling conversation. Lily was curious about what you and Dad were doing."
Mom chuckled, "Ah, I see. Well, it's just a way for us to show our love. Now, finish up your breakfast, Lucas, and get ready for the day."
What nice morning I have.