Death. War. Destruction. The world of the future lies in ruins. I got the chance to go back and stop it from ever happening, only to discover that I was the cause. This is how I destroyed the world.


61. Epilogue: In the End, Does It Even Matter?



They're fun little things, a distraction from our own life; a want to change things we can't actually achieve.

But were they really my wishes to begin with? If everything in my life had been created, tailor-made for one specific purpose, how could I say that my long-lasting wish to escape a hellhole was actually mine?

The original wish that sustained me was to get out. I wished for a chance to escape the hellhole I thought was my life.

Instead I was birthed into purgatory and conceived in hell.

I'd change that wish if I ever had the chance. To what? I'm not sure.

Within a year I was the snowball that started the world's destruction. Little things here and there; the right place at the right time. What I thought was fate were merely the machinations of a time traveller bored of eternal life.

Wishes have a price.

Mine was being an unconscious slave to a master more arrogant than he was old.

I won't live to see the world fall apart, but I've already seen it in my mind. I started this journey with the goal to save the world, taking what I knew of the future and changing the past.

Maybe I've done that, in a way. The only difference is that it was on my terms, rather than someone else's.

Maybe I succeeded. Maybe I failed. But you know what? That's just life. I'll leave playing with the future to those that have the power to do so.

In a way, my wish did come true. I spent a year paying for it to finally have it succeed. I had the rest of my life to do the good I originally wanted a chance to achieve.

In the end, do my actions even matter?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

But do I regret what I did with my life?


Not one little bit.

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