I Got Reincarnated as the Game's Villain-Chapter 32: Fate....?

Dear Diary,

These past few weeks, I’ve been having some weird thoughts again. So, I thought I should write them down… maybe that will help clear things up.

What is fate?

I asked Mom, and she told me fate is "the will by which things come to be as they are, or events to happen as they do." It’s this mysterious power that controls everything, a force that decides what happens in ways we can’t prevent or change. But… what really is fate?

What truly is destiny?

Some say destiny is not a matter of chance but a matter of choice; it’s not something you wait for but something you strive for. Yet… is that really true? Or is it just wishful thinking? I wonder if I’ll ever find the answer. But… deep down, I feel there’s more to it than we’ve been told. Something beyond what we’re meant to understand.

Are fate and destiny really two sides of the same coin? Or are they intertwined in a way we can’t see? I also read that destiny and fate are like two halves of a single coin, and free will is the edge that joins them. Fate is the inevitable endpoint, no matter what we do, while destiny is the various paths we might take to reach that end. Through our choices, we shape our destiny, but fate… fate is inevitable.

But… I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it. I don’t know why, but whenever I think about fate, there’s this heaviness in my chest. Is fate an actual entity? Or just some abstract concept?

And then there’s another thought that’s been creeping in…

What is reality? What is existence?

I feel silly even thinking these things, but I can’t help it. I asked Mom about it once, but she got worried, so I did a bit of research on my own. They say reality is everything that exists… and existence is the state of being real. But how do we determine what’s real? How do we know we’re not missing something deeper?

Maybe… just maybe… reality and existence are like fate and destiny, connected in a way we can’t yet comprehend.

Could it be that reality is fate and existence is destiny?

You know what…? I think I’ll stop thinking about this for now. My head’s starting to hurt.

"Erin!" Mom calls from downstairs.

"I’ll be down in a sec!"

We’re going on a surprise vacation, and Mom won’t tell me where. She’s been oddly secretive, but I don’t mind. Yet… there’s this strange unease I can’t shake. We’re flying, and the weather’s sunny, so there shouldn’t be any problems, right? Maybe I’m just overthinking it…

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"So, what you mean is, no matter what I do, I can’t change the outcome?" I asked, feeling a hollow ache spreading within me.

Maybe I was foolish to think I could. There’s no saving Amael. There’s no saving me.

"I tried and failed," he said, his feet finally touching the… ’ground.’ "But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible."

"What are you saying?" I asked, watching as he moved past me.

"You once said that ’impossibility is just a lie created to hinder attempts,’ didn’t you?.... Oh, I keep forgetting you are yet to remember," He stopped, turning back to look at me.

"So… you’re saying I should still hold onto hope?" I asked, walking to stand beside him.

"Well… it’s a lot better than losing it entirely. Don’t you think?" He chuckled, his eyes filled with a strange warmth.

"I couldn’t fulfill my promise, but I’ve come to give you something that might just be the answer you’ve sought all along." As he spoke, a soft light began to glow around my neck.

"What… what is this?" I stammered, looking down to see a pendant forming there. "Is this… the Chronos Lock?" i asked in bewilderment.

"It holds all I’ve learned about time," he said. "With my power imbued within, it might one day be able to change your fate."

"But… how?" I asked, my mind reeling. None of this aligned with what I knew of the game. It shouldn’t be this way.

"It’s no coincidence that both your bloodline and blessing revolve around the concept of time," he said with a knowing smile.

"Then… was it destined to happen?" I asked.

"No… it was made to happen."

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling as if he was dangling a key just out of reach.

"I may be the weaver," he murmured, his voice softer. "I may have twisted the timeline, but you—whether you remember it or not—you’ve done far more than I ever could."

"Huh?" I blinked, baffled.

"You just don’t know it… yet."

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And then…

Suddenly, I was back. I found myself in a dense forest, the familiar scent of moss and damp earth filling the air.

"The forest?" I muttered, still in shock.

"Yes. My time here is short." He started to walk forward. "Follow me," he said, motioning for me to join him.

"Wait… are you… dying?" I asked, noticing how his form seemed to flicker, faint light tracing along his outline.

"No, not quite. I simply can’t exist in this realm any longer. The fates, as well as the Goddess of Destiny, have discovered my interference."

I froze. "The Goddess?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Destiny… was an entity?

He walked in silence, that knowing smile never leaving his face. After a few moments, he stopped abruptly.

"Why are we stopping—?" I started, but my words caught in my throat as I saw the scene ahead of us.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

"Is… that…" I struggled to find words, but he spoke first.

"You?" he asked.

I nodded, speechless.

"Yes."

Ahead of us lay the scene I remembered too well—the one I saw just before losing consciousness. A shadowy hand held me, dark swords piercing through my chest, and Ellie hovered nearby, suspended in a cloud of darkness, beside the architect of it all.

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