Chapter 73
The eleven individuals, each carrying an Administrator seed, implied that they all possessed potential equal to—if not greater than—the Administrators recorded in the game world.
This presented an entirely new perspective to Theo.
They were not merely opponents or supporting characters, but entities holding cosmic capacity, capable of piercing boundaries once deemed impossible to surpass within the game's scenario.
He added another layer of understanding that weighed heavily in his mind.
If those eleven seeds managed to survive a phase that was nearly impossible—a challenge that bent the laws of reality and squeezed both physical and mental capabilities to their absolute limits—then nothing could prevent their transformation into new Administrators.
Moreover, the Sa potential embedded within their seeds, according to Theo's rough calculations, might place them at a level surpassing the strength of every Administrator in the history of Flo Viva Mythology.
Every experience, every trial they endured was not merely shaping their character, but solidifying the foundation that could give birth to new entities far more formidable than the entire existing hierarchy.
'In truth, if they can truly transform into full Administrators, and the seed itself is a precursor to a power capable of matching or surpassing the Administrators, then the existence of these eleven individuals is undeniably significant.'
Hnnnng!
'They are not simply seedlings of new Administrators—that would be an underestimation.
They are anomalies, bugs allowed to evolve, wild variables outside the Administrator hierarchy's records.'
Nguaaahh!
'Every step of progress, every trial they face, and every catastrophe they cause is not an ordinary scenario.
This is a world giving rise to a new center of power—something parallel to the Administrators but born from the will of the narrative, not the system itself.'
Theo lowered his head for a moment, letting the murmurs flow through the layers of his still-swirling thoughts.
He tried to piece together the fragments of information that had just surfaced, weighing implications lurking far beyond normal logic.
The fact that the astonishing development of the ten main antagonists, along with Ilux Rediona, allowed them to fully transform into Administrators while freely operating Sa, formed a new awareness in Theo.
This was not merely an acknowledgment of their power or potential, but an understanding that their capabilities could not be reduced to simply "Administrator seeds" that might later mature and grow.
Every analogy Theo drew from Flo Viva Mythology's history no longer felt adequate.
The eleven individuals did not merely carry potential—they asserted a new existence capable of standing parallel to, and even surpassing, boundaries long believed unshakable.
They were not pawns passively waiting for fate to decide their roles, but entities capable of creating and rewriting the game's laws themselves.
To interpret their existence merely as seedlings or precursors to future Administrators felt belittling, ignoring the scale of strength, intelligence, and adaptability they had shown.
'Thus, there is only one temporary conclusion—one so shocking it induces a headache.
If these eleven seed bearers truly become the new foundation of Flo Viva Mythology's power, then each of them possesses their own gravitational pull capable of altering the flow of code.'
Hu - hu - hu!
'They are not pieces—they are centers.
They are the supports of reality.
And if even one of them falls, what follows is not just a shifted plotline or a destroyed route, but the complete collapse of the entire code—the entire game—like pulling the final peg from a decaying structure that has stood for far too long.'
Theo inhaled slowly, letting the bitterness of that realization seep into every corner of his thoughts.
The eleven characters, both the ten antagonists and Ilux Rediona, were not merely players within the scenario of Flo Viva Mythology.
They were the axis holding the entire world's structure together.
Every Administrator seed they carried not only granted potential individual power, but also wove a complex network supporting the game's reality itself.
Disturbing the existence of even one of them would not merely wound the narrative or complicate the gameplay—it would endanger the very foundation of the code forming the entirety of Flo Viva Mythology.
In his mind, Theo realized that a single death among those eleven figures could not be taken lightly.
The possible domino effect was not merely the loss of a character or a reduction of Sa, but the potential collapse of the entire system.
The code that had long run with high precision would be torn from its rails, the carefully designed logic would fall apart, and the world known to both Theo Vkytor and every entity within it could vanish into unimaginable chaos.
The awareness felt painful, pressing admiration and fear together within Theo.
Every calculation he made in his heart, every mental simulation he conducted, always returned to one point.
The existence of those eleven figures was the core of Flo Viva Mythology.
There was no substitute.
No redundancy.
And absolutely no tolerance for error.
Even for an observer as sharp as Theo, this fact asserted one undeniable truth.
They were the point of balance, and the destruction of even one of them would plunge the world into an irreparable abyss.
'Is there truly no other possibility?
Is there a gap overlooked?
If the Administrator seeds truly are the core of the world's stability, then there must be another factor involved, something that—'
"—Does not originate from here."
'Huh? That wasn't him just now, was it?'
"Theo Vkytor, you are not a being born purely from the game Flo Viva Mythology."
Theo felt a faint tremor within his mind, an echo forcing his awareness to turn even though his body remained still.
The whispered tone, crisp and cold, was unmistakable, and Theo's instincts immediately recognized the character behind the voice.
He tilted his head slightly, adjusting his focus, and in that instant he found Aldraya.
The girl stood calmly, back straight, her face aimed directly at him—her gaze as flat as ever, yet sharp enough to pierce into Theo's awareness.
There was no expression indicating ordinary emotion, but her presence alone froze the moment, affirming that every movement and word she uttered carried weight impossible to ignore.
When Aldraya's voice passed through again, clearer this time, Theo heard words he could not stop from sinking deep into his mind.
He realized the statement was not a casual observation, but an analysis stabbing into the core of his very existence.
Aldraya firmly declared that Theo Vkytor was not a pure entity originating from Flo Viva Mythology's world.
Her words were not mockery, nor hollow claims.
There was a certainty in her tone—one that marked deep understanding of the structure of the reality Theo was standing in, as if she could see through the veil separating beings native to the game from those who walked outside its designated path.
Theo's head shifted slightly as he swept the area between them, searching for a clue or trace that might explain such a fundamental difference.
But nothing appeared unusual—no visual mistakes, no visible anomalies.
Everything looked normal to the eyes of an ordinary player, yet to Aldraya's perception, Theo's existence clearly occupied another space—impure, not entirely bound to Flo Viva Mythology's logic, and still present in a body capable of sensing, analyzing, and reacting beyond the game's mechanisms.
To be continued…