Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 44:Status [3]

For some reason, the whole scene felt like a mom sending their children off to school instead of a senior and two juniors.

Without waiting for a reaction, Liana pushed the two of us out of the door, sending us onto the empty streets outside the adventurer’s guild building.

The sky was colored a bright orange, and the sun was not yet fully visible as a mountain range in the distance partially blocked its rise.

Illuminated by the sky, the empty streets seemed to glow as the windows of buildings on both sides of the street reflected the orange color.

It was ironic how the sun was beginning to rise at the exact moment I began my new life as a Glaive.

New beginnings, perhaps.

It was peaceful...a serene view.

The silence, the sweet smell, and the beautiful orange sky.

At that moment, everything came crashing down as I suddenly felt my right leg explode with pain as something slammed against it.

A moment later, an emotionless voice sounded from my right, an area I couldn’t see due to the bandage.

"Let’s go."

With my right leg wobbling, I tilted my head to the right, seeing Evangel’s figure slowly walking forward with her back facing me.

Her ivory-white hair swayed with every step she took, and every moment, she moved further and further away, seemingly departing into the bright orange sky ahead, leaving me behind.

Could...I follow her? Did I even have the right to walk behind her?

She was the hero and my future killer...I was the demon king and her brother’s killer.

Morals apart, I considered the situation logically.

If I left her now, I would never have to see her again, besides some occasional and awkward encounters at Glaive.

However, she had helped me enlighten and significantly improve my swordsmanship in a matter of hours.

If strength was what I was pursuing, the right decision would be to go along with her and have her train me.

Did I want strength?

What good would strength do me against an intangible object like fate?

I needed to change the plot line and distort it as much as possible.

Could I do that by her side..?

If I followed Evangel, I would just become a part of her side cast, helping her achieve the same good outcomes as she did in the book.

Sure, I could intentionally ruin things and mess them up from behind her back, but she would catch on eventually.

And from there, she could investigate and perhaps, uncover my identity.

I would be like a spy in enemy territory, constantly under the pressure of my identity being discovered.

Could I really enjoy that?

What I needed to be was myself...a completely new character with no connections who wasn’t written in the book.

A new character who could change the book’s good outcomes into unexpected and different outcomes with varying consequences.

Strength could also be obtained in other ways...for example, I could steal items that were originally intended for villains or cast members to make myself powerful.

With all that being said, logically, there was a clear choice.

Yet...despite only having met for a day or two, I couldn’t deny my friendship, or at the very least, acquaintanceship with Evangel.

I could make new friends...but would they be the same?

Would I be able to feel that same spark and smell that same sweet scent when I talked with them?

At that moment, Evangel suddenly turned around and looked behind her for a second before eventually raising her gaze to my figure.

Pausing, she made eye contact with me, wearing her usual emotionless expression, perhaps already knowing the reason I had not moved.

However, after spending the night with her yesterday, I noticed something off.

Her eyes were empty...their dazzle was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by the pure white void of emptiness.

She had been abandoned by her brother, who had left to fight in the war as a hero despite her constant objections and worries.

And now, she would be left by her first new acquaintance without an explanation.

It seemed she was all too used to the feeling.

She was not an adult...she was a teenager who had just received the immeasurable burden of being the next hero.

And, now I was just adding to that.

Despite my twisting of the plotline, I needed... no, I wanted her to be the hero.

I wanted her to prosper...to grow.

Perhaps that was why I took a step forward.

My selfishness had gotten the best of me.

Evangel had never met me or Liana in the original book...so I didn’t know she would fair after being left two times.

Perhaps, the damage caused by my leaving would push her already unstable emotional health over the edge.

Or, maybe I was being egotistical in my thinking, I meant something to her

However, a new feeling emerged inside my body...worry, not for me, but for Evangel.

It was weird...I was worried about the well-being of my future killer.

Standing a fair bit away from her, I opened my mouth.

My throat ached with pain.

I attempted to speak for a moment, but no words came out.

Every single muscle in my body begged me to walk forward, but I remained still.

It felt as if I had swallowed acid.

My throat burned with an immeasurable pain, and my head spun, threatening to throw me to the ground.

Finally, after a moment of silence, my vocal cords vibrated.

"Why do you keep chasing after me like a dog? Don’t you see I’ve just been using you? You were just a free carriage ride, a quick and easy flight, and a free training coach."

"Well, it doesn’t matter now, you’ve lost your use."

I had a dream.

Against all odds and fate, I wanted to live.

Could I have run after Evangel and perhaps created a deeper bond with her and enjoy my life at Glaive?

Yes, but that wasn’t me.

After all, if you stop pursuing your dreams, your life might as well be over.