"What a pity, this isn't real."
With a sigh, Laine felt a tinge of regret. If this were the real world, he would have indeed liked to stay a bit longer, to witness firsthand this epic that was supposed to unfold in the future. Even Heracles, who had passed through the twelve labors, existed at this time.
But reality held no ifs, a fabrication would remain so, unrealizable no matter what. Laine had not forgotten that he had merely entered into a segment of memory, and even though it had been influenced by the Creation Force, a memory or a piece of fate was not enough to evolve into a true world. Everything happening here was probably without any referential value in the present world.
Moreover, this fabricated world evolved from the memory seemed to represent 'the original fate', to be more precise, a world without the existence of Laine.
"Since that's the case... go tell your gods, go pray to the 'great Zeus'."
