Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I was once asked a foolish question. “Which is more important? This world, or the people who live in it?” Leave it to a dying person to spout psychological nonsense with their dying breath. Of course, he wanted to know why I found his decision so disagreeable. After all, he had done the impossible and maintained both.

But I knew my answer. “I would sacrifice both. What you did was offer a sacrifice that wasn’t yours to give. For that, I will never forgive you.”

“S-so what now?” he’d asked.

“I will prevent this future from ever taking place,” was my reply.

“A foolish endeavor. You would need to die more than a million times in multiple timelines to even get the chance to make that a reality.”

“So what? That’s how little I value my life, and that of those who brought this upon us. At the very least, I shall ensure they get a taste of hell with each new life of mine I give up.”

How many years has it been since then? How many eons? What have I been fighting for?