A massive screen displayed the entire scenario of Maya's confession to Kuzon, and his rejection.
It depicted her tears, and the smile she displayed at the very end.
The screen also showed the final moments of the two's interaction before going their separate way—Kuzon to his home world, and Maya to the extras that didn't matter much to the plot.
"Hahaha! Now that was a good ending, I'd say! Far better than the original version. Pfft!" The man who spoke in his office was none other than a bearded old fellow who sat comfortably on his couch.
He left the screen on, so it kept showing Maya's adventures after Kuzon departed, but at this point, the old man's gaze had departed from the footages.
"As much as I like randomly spying on people like, this one has a special meaning for me." He chuckled, talking to himself.
Or was he looking at himself, really?
No, it seemed he was staring at something else entirely.
Yet, it was just a blank look at space itself.
"Yeah, I see you. I see you reading this stuff. Hahaha! You thought I wouldn't notice. Oh, you guessed wrong. I know who's writing this, and you all that are reading this. Well... not that it matters, though."
More echoes of laughter escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and smiled.
"Once I'm done with the Origin Project, I'll leave this narrative. I suppose that's all that matters now. Little pieces of entertainment like these are worthwhile, though." His gaze went to Maya, and a small smile formed on his face.
"To think just the addition of my homunculus would change the narrative so much. It's amazing, isn't it? If it wasn't for me, he'd have just been traveling on his own. That would suck..."
To make a more compelling story, the old man had added a variable that never existed to begin with.
The girl called Maya.
"Hey! I was going to tell them that!" Crazy Neron yelled out to the air once again.
One could only wonder who he was talking to.
"Well, it doesn't really matter. Her addition to the entire scheme should take this world forward, I suppose. It should be fun to see... if I haven't seen it already. Keke!"
Neron rose from his couch and began floating toward his desk, like a lazy bum drifting through the air.
"A lazy bum? Me? No... no way." He denied it endlessly, but deep within he must have known the truth.
"I work very hard, you know? It isn't easy digging up the secrets of the Mageverse."
Perhaps he wasn't so lazy, after all...
"Hehe. I thought so. Anyway, I can see the branches and paths. The road to 'All Things' itself. It's a little iffy in my opinion." Crazy Neron muttered, finally arriving at his desk, where his lovely cube was.
The seedling within had grown yet again, this time creating more branches from its stem.
"You better not forget your promise, Neron Kaelid. I'll be needing that 'necessary' component soon."
Letting an alternate version of himself obtain and share something was far more valuable and less stressful than him going through all the effort himself.
His creation of 'Origin' already proved how averse he was to overcomplicated matters.
"Still, I wonder why everyone is just fighting over all this existent garbage. I'd rather just make my own stuff." He muttered, indirectly calling himself trash.
"Ah, well played."
He drew his face closer to the cube on his desk, his eyes brimming with excitement.
"The toys I make are built to last. And best of all... they're exclusively mine." He chuckled, and then stared at the screen once again.
He could see a more mature Maya smiling, and something within him stirred a little. It was like a parent seeing his child grow.
"Hmmm. It's not a terrible feeling."
Still, there were other things on his mind. One of the major ones, despite its irrelevance, was the fate of Kuzon Midas and his comrades.
"Will they be able to stop Legris? En, I know how it ends... well I can't see beyond 'that' point, but..." His eyes squinted a little.
"Urgh! This is why worrying about the little things; like saving a planet, a universe, or Magic itself, is pointless. Even this struggle for "All Things is pointless."
After all, he would rather just make his own paradise and rewrite his destiny, forgetting that most people, if not all, were not like him.
This lonely existence he possessed was the true reason why he was insane.
"Yeah, yeah. Spoiler Alert, Karlia and Jared @&# #)& &@!;& #+ &*# π√ /)+@#$:&. Ah, you censored it? Well played, then."
He finally decided to throw away all those worries and all those concerns, slowly settling for the creation of his that caused all of existence itself not to matter—at least, in his eyes.
"It's not my business anyway. As long as I get what I want... that's all that matters to me." With that, he laughed once again
"I am a Neron, after all."
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[Seoul, South Korea, (Year 2023), Sector 4]
"Are you worried, Noona?" A voice echoed from someone who seemed to be in his late teens, despite being in his early twenties.
He had a very innocent look, a liability in this kind of job.
In front of him was the young woman who sat right beside him.
She had blond yellow hair, and her glittering eyes shone like bright emeralds. Her clear skin and beautiful face made her stand out as a foreigner.
They were currently seated at the back of a vehicle, and they could see the deserted streets if they focused on the modern scenery around
However, both of them did nothing of the sort.
"It's your first time, I know. But don't worry. I'll do my best to be your guide, Noona."
He had suddenly been placed as her guide, per her instructions, despite many people desiring the role.
He was thankful for her intervention, since his previous jobs had been hell. Perhaps this was Sung Han Soo's turnaround arc.
And he couldn't help but be grateful to the goddess who had helped him through the crisis over a month ago, and was fill helping him now.
"Han Soo, please stop with the Noona. I'm still not used to it." The lovely voice of the young lady echoed within the car, and her radiant smile took away any form of remnant awkwardness that was bound to manifest.
"Just call me by my name."
Ever since he met her over a month ago, she had insisted on it. Even though she could speak fluent Korean, it was still strange how foreign she was to their culture.
"Y-yeah. I guess I should." It was still a bit weird for him, but Sung Han Soo resolved to follow the lady's words.
Ever since she saved him from those Monsters in that Double-Dungeon, he had owed her everything.
Something like calling her by her name wasn't something he should have even struggled to do.
"Thank you, Aloe Vida. Let's hope today's Dungeon Raid goes well."
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[A/N]
It's time for some good old fashioned Hunter and Dungeon adventures.
Well, not really.
In any case, Jared's perspective will return .
I hope you all enjoyed this round. Thanks for reading, everyone!
Cheers!
