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The orange-like barrier saw its color slowly fading away, nearly replaced by the reddish of the evolved demonic creatures.
The pillaged Paladin's supplies were running low.
"How long? " Asked the commander.
"A few hours at most."
The commandant closed his eyes. People silently scattered - He did open his mouth, but nothing came out.
A few hours left before most of them tried to end their everything in relative 'peace.'
He found himself shaking at the thought. Even if those moments, his thoughts were torn between two decisions. Some part of his brain probably thought it better to become a demonic creature, like countless others have already done. Wasn't it the will of this world? Something only the purification of a corpse stopped the Evil from manifesting into this world?
He passed through the dry earth and came to a little cave.
He energized a magic item enlighting him of blue in the darkness.
He sat, writing and reading his diary.
«Year 640:
Paladins, Angels, Demons, Knights, even hybrids, and Primordial Beasts, all along with their families, left the world. [...]»
The man exited the cave.
He often thought about what to do in the last moments of his life. The answer had been wrong: his emotions were completely different as if he had become another person. In a sense, each passing second transformed him into something different.
The demonic creatures from outside the barrier began to howl as if their reddish mother sky was dying. Had their leader arrived?
A colossal collision shook the barriers, cracks appearing by the seconds. The humanoid figure left out an afterimage as it was attacking it.
The commandant's eyes grew in disbelief.
"What is that...?"
The demonic creatures' leader was frenziedly attacking the barrier alongside a black rabbit.
The commandant's face suddenly changed, illuminated by incredulity, then shame and anger.
His... His last chance of surviving was lost just because a group of villagers - who cheat taxes, cultivate strange techniques, transform into fucking demons - were so incompetent as non-purifying a corpse?
Were those monsters as careless as that?
Could one really do all the evil and still not be punished like his masters once he left the world?
"HAHAHHAHAHHAH'! GOOD ONE! REALLY!" the world makes so much sense! An easy world. You were born with complete control over your limited freedom, and you just had to die.
He slipped away, backed to his cave, and read in laughter what he had once written.
« Yesterday I was warned that today would surely be the last day. The barrier would break, leaving us at the mercy of the demonic creatures.
So, this time, I'm going to stop forcing myself and just say what's on my mind, forgetting for once the burden of being a historian, a job I was somehow forced to carry.
Some may even think that I am trying to rewrite history, as I am originally from Cleppe. However, it is indeed because I come from there that I can testify to it.
I can testify to this place called Nirl which gave birth to two fantastic heroes. And who, regardless of the unfounded accusations that the place had to endure, gave of themselves for this empire and for humanity.
That is why I consider this day to be my biggest regret. For me, it's the cause of the loss of humanity, or rather, this day doomed the last chance of humanity. I am talking about the first forestry expedition.
The day when the man who would later be canonized died, acclaimed as a saint, having succeeded in saving two of the greatest heroes of our era, namely Rodolphe and Emilie.
The day Alain died. »
He took his pen and scribbled, barely controlling his trembling anger:
« These rumors were all true; I was a fool. This village is one of traitors. Their chief's the demonic creature that destroyed the world; their administrator's one who ran away, alongside his wife, the Paladins, winged ones, and grand elites.
All of them are culprits! Those who let him die in the forest that day and did not even bother to give his body to the Gods - not even later, in the numerous forestry expeditions.
I, Gabriel, curse this evil village of Nirl.
He wrote a few more infamous and insulting paragraphs before he was eaten, dismembered alive by demonic creatures.
The moment he woke up, he had become a system.
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As the future host of the system, Rodolphe was inheriting these memories.
'{Finished playing?} The main part of the system asked.
[Yeah]
{These people have the most potential. Don't waste them}
[Revenge doesn't feel like anything anyways. Guess it will be used as statistics]
{Their talent weakens as time pass, don't forget that.}
[That is what evolution is great at.]
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