I wander through the corridors of the place, savoring the momentary feeling of victory, without monsters, without the librarian, and without the 7 using me as if I were a toy, just me and the silence.
How long has it been since I truly felt free? I don't know, it seems like an eternity since the moment I was truly free, even if only for a few instants.
And with my unique weapon, the plans have changed. I don't need the love of any of the 7 if I can use it on them. The [Infinite-Sided Prism] can ensure that they will never do evil to me again.
All I need to do is be careful and use it at the right moment, and maybe I won't even need to. I still have a little bit of confidence in what was in my system when I arrived in this world.
If I discovered the hidden secrets in the castle, maybe Aurora would grant me a wish. It may not have been exactly those words, but it gave the impression that it would be like that, at least.
The use of the [Infinite-Sided Prism] is for later. I just walk slowly down the corridor, unhurried, without the desire to finish this quickly, because I feel safe here.
I don't know what that barrier was, but I have a strange confidence in it, which is great for my heavily damaged self-esteem, making me suspicious of many things in the present.
The corridor leads me to a strange room that seems like a giant dome, and the first thing I see is a giant purple sphere floating in the middle of the room. The sphere must be the size of a small house, which is quite large for something like that.
I see papers, many papers with various things written on them, and also runes on the floor, on the walls, on papers, and even on objects. They are everywhere.
'Obviously, this room has to do with Aurora... maybe these are the last things she did? Or the most important ones, since there is that barrier?' I suppose the barrier was made by Aurora.
It's the only thing that would make sense. I pick up some papers from the floor they are notes with dates, and the ones that catch my attention the most are some about the sphere and some about me.
Since I feel like I have time, I just look for the papers that seem the most important without reading them, just a quick glance indicates what they are, since most have magical and mathematical formulas.
Things that I obviously don't understand because I'm someone who hasn't been properly taught about these things.
After what I judge to be two hours, I've looked at every paper in the room that seemed minimally important and that I understood, and I've gathered them in one place to read.
In the end, only 9 papers are really useful for something, and those are the ones I hope will give me what I need the most. I start with the first one.
It mentions the 7, experiments done with them, and how Aurora found each one of them and what she did to each one of them in her desperate attempt to create an immortal like herself.
The descriptions are horrible, really, but I don't care. This place has erased any good feelings I could have had for any of them. They are terrible monsters.
Just because they suffered doesn't mean they can make others suffer. If that's the way the world works, I could also cause all the chaos I want because I've suffered terrible things in this place.
And I don't even try to do evil, so what they've done to me and many others is unjustified.
I throw the paper away without any interest in the 7. To me, they are monsters, and nothing I discover as an extra will change that, because all the suffering they cause was done because they wanted to do it.
They are different from me, who is forced to accept all kinds of things in silence because I'm useless.
The next 3 papers don't help me at all until the next one talks about me and my body, a more detailed description of what was done and especially descriptions of the divine corpses that make up my body.
From the names, I wouldn't have known, but here it also indicates the position and power that each one had before, and I must say that it is shocking very powerful goddesses and gods were used to create my body.
In addition, a strange aging process was formed in the body through magic, since this body was created as a baby and reached the age of an adolescent before the appearance stopped changing.
More precisely, the body was created in the form I currently have and then reduced to the form of a baby through runes that broke slowly, regulating a false growth. I don't know what runes those are, but I'm not interested.
I don't have much interest in knowing about my body, because for me it's just disgusting, regardless of the process used to create it.
Reading this just makes me feel worse than a lab rat. Aurora is definitely a terrible person, and nothing will change that perception for me.
At first, her situation could even be sad, but now all I feel for her is disgust and anger. She deserves all the suffering in the world it would be great if she went through the same things I went through.
Unfortunately, that's not possible. She's too strong to be put in a situation like mine by anyone.
So finally, I reach the really interesting part that sphere. I read everything with the utmost attention. They are complex things, and I spend almost 6 hours reading and interpreting what each paper wanted to say.
Until I finish everything, and the answer I reached in the end was an unpleasant one, extremely unpleasant, the worst possible answer that could only help increase the disgust I feel for myself.
"...Ah...how I wish I could kill myself," I murmur, lying on the floor and throwing the papers up in the air. My mental state is already horrible, so knowing this "didn't change much."
Or that's what I try to force myself to believe, but it clearly only made worse the way I see myself, the way I see Aurora, and the way I see everything in the world.
It also completed what was missing. My world has completely lost its colors, becoming 100% gray. I guess this wasn't exactly what I expected the gray world is so "boring."
It has no life, any color becomes nonexistent. Even before everything was very gray, there was still a slight contrast that told me what the color of each thing was. Now there's none of that everything is just cold and gray.
That sphere in the center of the room is my "home," it's my "world," it's the place where I was born, lived, and grew up, or rather, it's the place where Willian was born, lived, and grew up before becoming the broken mess that I am today.
Aurora is really brilliant in the worst sense. She needed a soul, and for that, she made all possible arrangements. She chose a suitable newborn soul and observed it, controlling aspects of its life to make it perfect for what she needed.
Decisions in life, encounters with others, lifestyle, job, etc. every tiny detail controlled by Aurora to create the perfect soul. This soul was on a planet called Earth, but being on another planet was not an impediment for a powerful being like Aurora.
And when this soul finally reached the perfect state, she reaped its life and stole it from its world, locking it in a sphere that replicated a real world. In this sphere, she forced this soul to relive its life over and over again, without knowing anything.
Changing small details, each life in the sphere was a copy of the first life of this person, a copy of the original that would have small, meticulously planned variations to make this soul the most suitable and closest possible to Aurora's.
Gender? Ethics? Will? None of that mattered, because the concept of gender is not relevant in a soul. All that matters in a soul is its affinity with the world and the body it must inhabit.
And this "lucky" soul chosen by Aurora was Willian, a game critic whose life she meticulously controlled from the moment this person was born to become exactly what she wanted.
And within the sphere, after this soul went through an uncountable number of repetitions, it finally reached perfection, receiving as a gift a final life with a single extra detail added.
A ridiculously difficult game that she should play, dislike, and criticize a game that would be based entirely on the life she would receive in this world.
I am this "lucky" soul that was inside that sphere. I have no memories of these repeated lives, which is obvious, since they were always erased for the new life that would have slight changes.
In the end, it was never my fault to come to this world it was all Aurora's fault, her morbid obsession for company.
She controlled the life and destiny of a person, forcing everything she wanted in it, just to fulfill her sick desire. She did this to me, broke me completely just to fulfill her desire, as if I was worth nothing.
I could have had a normal life, maybe a loving family, and could have just died like anyone else. Instead, every single piece of my life was controlled. I can't even say that what I did was really my will when everything was controlled by her.
It's really a bombshell secret that I discovered here, the biggest possible secret that my entire life is a lie controlled by the whims of another "person" to ultimately turn me into the aberration that I am today.
And now I can't even kill myself or reverse this in any way. What a great irony of fate I never deserved to be in this place, I never did anything for this, in fact, I literally never did anything by my own will.
Because a monster named Aurora decided that this is how my destiny should be. She is so ridiculously hypocritical that she doesn't even bother to hide the fact.
She left this here for me to see her "wonderful" masterpiece, the perfect creation she took who knows how long to make.
She really doesn't care if I'm going to hate her, or if I'll never forgive her, because in the end, she has eternity to wait. What does it matter if I hate her for 1 day, 1 year, 1 millennium, or even trillions of years?
We'll never die. One day, she and I will be the only things that exist, and one day I'll suffer the same as her the purest and emptiest loneliness. She will just wait patiently until I become so lonely that I have no choice but to crawl into her arms, seeking company.
"I see you have succeeded in your search, Willian, or rather, my perfect creation, A.Y.L.A. I've waited so long for this," I hear a voice.
It has a soft, sweet, calm, polite, cold, distant, apathetic, controlled, formal, monotonous, "comforting," velvety, mysterious, enveloping, serene, and even strangely angelic tone.
There are so many emotions in a single voice that it even becomes strange. I guess this is how the voice of a Goddess should sound. I just tilt my head, looking at her.
The cause of all my suffering, the person who controlled every aspect of my life, the one who created me to be the perfection she imagined in her mind.
"...Aurora...."