Chapter 74
That realization slowly crept into Theo's mind.
He swallowed his surprise and the faint unease, recognizing that his existence was no longer merely that of an observer or a player, but an entity requiring a new understanding of the world he had entered.
Aldraya, with her expressionless yet certain gaze, had placed him on a boundary line that could not be crossed with ordinary awareness, affirming that his very reality operated on rules unlike anything he had ever known.
"Flo Viva Mythology was not designed to produce beings formed solely from resolve, ambition, intent, and will.
But you, Theo Vkytor, were created from these four basic human elements.
That is why your existence approaches the level of the Administrators.
So tell me—how can this world withstand bearing something like you?"
'So that's what she meant.
The weapon that forced Quorin and Valthura to retreat turned out to be equivalent to R.W.I.A.—Technique, Will, Intent, Ambition.
A foundation not born from programmed code, but from the steadfast heart of a writer who never gives up.'
Aldraya stood calmly, her back straight and her eyes blank as always, yet the words that left her lips pierced through space as if demanding deep understanding from Theo.
She was questioning something that would sound impossible to most beings.
How could Flo Viva Mythology produce a character whose existence was not born from code or visual design, but from the resolve, ambition, intent, and will of an individual?
Each sentence drifted like a fine needle pricking the core of Theo's existence, forcing him to reconsider everything he had known about the limits and logic of a game world.
In his silence, Theo felt the awareness inside him begin to stir.
He was not merely a character created to move within predetermined rules.
He existed as a writer, carrying four pillars that could not be programmed—Resolve, Will, Intent, Ambition—flowing from the human consciousness that had once written and inspired the very birth of this world.
That combination made him an entity that, in certain aspects, resembled the Administrators.
He could influence Sa, break boundaries meant to bind all creatures of Flo Viva Mythology, and maintain an existence that could not be fully explained by the logic of the game.
Theo realized that Aldraya's Sa Authority, in that context, was not purely mechanical or hierarchical.
Her power, capable of assessing and interacting with Theo's existence so accurately, was on par with the pure resolve of a writer who never surrendered—a creator who had once authored a horror novel titled Last Player and poured his entire Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition into its story.
Theo's existence, though appearing like that of a player in the game world, was actually a reflection of pure creative force, something capable of piercing and even matching the level of authority held by an Administrator in Flo Viva Mythology.
That awareness brought forth an odd silence between the two of them.
Aldraya continued staring at him with her impassive gaze, yet the firmness in her words had sunk deep into Theo's understanding, forcing him to realize that his existence could no longer be simplified as an ordinary entity within the game's scheme.
Altogether, he was a bridge between human will and the world's mechanisms—an existence that challenged boundaries while affirming that the Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition of the novelist of Last Prayer could stand equal to—if not parallel with—the Sa Authority of the Administrators.
'She knows.
Aldraya truly knows everything.
I wonder how that's possible, because I always played the role of Erusha Birtash perfectly without a single flaw.
Yet her empty gaze felt as though it was reading through my true soul.
Not just a guess, but a certainty.
Or maybe… she's confused too?
Her question earlier didn't sound like someone who already understood me, but like someone trying to solve a puzzle foreign to her, something not found in Flo Viva's mythology.'
Huuuuh!
"There was an incident.
Something that forced me to end up here."
'And look at me—despite such a simple reason, I still have to play that degenerate named Erusha Birtash, a lecherous samurai who only thinks about women and money.
If I had any choice, I'd never willingly live this role.'
Fooooh – hooof!
'Though I don't exactly hate it, the irritation is ridiculous.'
That bewilderment washed over Theo at once, a tangled wave of shock and mild panic upon realizing that Aldraya had truly grasped the essence of his existence—one not born from Flo Viva Mythology's rules.
But aside from that, for some reason her empty stare no longer seemed purely assertive; it now carried a soft yet sharp confusion, a signal that the Administrator seed within her genuinely struggled to comprehend Theo's presence.
Theo saw it as an innocent yet potent reflection of curiosity from an entity accustomed to controlling Sa, now confronted with someone who, through pure Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition, could rival the Sa Authority of every Administrator.
In her silence, he understood that her confusion was not hatred nor hostility, but rather the honest reaction of a power facing something too new to be fully understood.
Carefully, Theo adjusted his posture, drawing a slow breath to keep his expression steady and avoid seeming overly reactive.
He knew that every movement of his was calculated by eyes capable of piercing Sa and every layer of the world around them.
After a brief moment of thought, he finally chose to answer simply, choosing honesty wrapped in calm.
He explained that he had experienced an incident—a circumstance that forced him to take on a role he never should have played.
Becoming Erusha Birtash, a degenerate samurai known only for his obsession with women's thighs and money.
Though the words were simple and somewhat absurd, a bitter truth lingered behind them.
Theo's role in this world was not the result of choice, but of an existential accident that
pushed him down a path entirely different from the Administrators.
He glanced at Aldraya, hoping the explanation was enough to grant a little understanding, though he knew the girl could see far deeper than surface meaning.
Aldraya's silence forced Theo to hold his own heartbeat steady.
Every second that passed created a subtle pressure, as if waiting for more confession—yet also granting Theo space to adjust to this new reality.
His existence now stood at a crossroads no longer separable between human will and the laws of Sa, where a writer's T.W.I.A. could be compared to the Authority of the Administrators.
'She just… nodded?
No barrage of questions, no endless interrogation, no absurd curiosity like usual?'
Fiiiih!
'Thank goodness I can breathe a bit easier.
At least she didn't drag me into another lifetime-long Q&A session.
This really isn't like Aldraya.
Usually, whenever I answer one question, she immediately fires five more.
Most of them make no sense, and some are downright inappropriate for anyone to ask.
But the one standing before me now is acting completely different.
She simply accepted my answer and went back to staring forward.
Everything feels calm and quiet, without any urge from her to dig deeper.'
Theo felt his breath flow more freely at last, a subtle relief settling in his chest after the tension of the past moments.
Aldraya no longer stared at him with a gaze full of questions, no longer testing or probing into the core of his existence.
The girl simply nodded slowly—a small gesture laden with meaning—before turning her body and facing forward again, placing herself back in a more neutral position.
To be continued…