After finishing my finals, it was an ordinary full moon night.
I picked up my phone and laid on the couch to play the RPG game
So why was I playing this? Unlike other very simple games, it had an artificial intelligence mechanic that you wrote and played yourself. Just think about going beyond the norm and reaching your goal in the way you want.
The goal, yes, speaking of goals, as the name suggests, it is a game where you try to kill the Dark Knight. This is exactly the dazzling part you can choose one of the characters that exist in many time periods in the game and ruin the Dark Knight's life in many ways…
I look at the characters that appear in the route I created, "Who should I choose today?"
"What is that shit?" I see Sylas in the character rotation. I think that there must be a bug in the Dark Knight itself. It means that the infinite possibilities of artificial intelligence sometimes cause such problems. Shrug
I wonder what will happen. 'Let's go and select' will probably give an error and close anyway. When I press the start screen, my vision suddenly disappears. I find myself in a different room while trying to open my eyes at least I should say while looking at the ceiling.
"What the hell happened all of a sudden?" I look around while trying to get myself up. I see a man and three women dressed in medieval maid outfits next to me. 'Cosplay İn a hospital?'
When I look carefully, I see a red glow surrounding them the man is darker while the girls are lighter. 'There must be something wrong with my eyes, yes, there must be something wrong.'
While I am convincing myself, the man starts talking with a cold-eyed face and voice. "Young master, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Young what!?" His sudden address and voice make me feel a chill. 'I wonder if this is part of the role too?' I think.
As I glance around the room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the luxurious, intricately crafted mirror in the corner. 'Is that me?' The strangeness and simultaneous familiarity of my face send a shiver down my spine. 'Isn't that Sylas Von Sylium!?' The boy in the mirror, despite his youth, had the same jet-black, shiny hair and pale blue eyes. These features unmistakably belonged to him. How many times do you think I've played this game?
I rub my temples, trying to gather my thoughts. 'Let's say I am Sylas right now, no, no. The more I try to make sense of this, the less it makes any sense. What kind of messed-up dream is this?' I shake my head in disbelief, attempting to rid myself of the confusion.
As I do, I turn toward the man with the sharp gaze directed at me. 'If I'm Sylas, then this must be Floyd, right?'
Floyd, the head butler of the Sylium Duchy, directly serving Sylas's father. Which makes him... my father's subordinate. "Ugh," I groan. The more I accept this strange reality, the more the characters' thoughts make my head throb. But I needed to focus on the situation at hand.
Under Floyd's sharp gaze, I could sense a mix of disdain and disgust, thinly veiled behind the mask of disappointment.
"No, I'm quite comfortable," I finally respond, though my delayed answer seems of little importance to him. 'If you don't want to know, why force me to talk?' I think to myself.
Looking down at my body, I estimate myself to be around seven or eight years old. If that's the case, I must have just bullied Arianna, Floyd's only daughter from his late wife. I always treated her poorly, but this time, it must have gone too far. After her private magic lessons, I saw her practicing outside by herself and mocked her, insulting her and even speaking ill of her deceased mother.
'No, Sylas did that,' I try to distance myself from the guilt. But regardless, her ability to perform low-level magic at her age was proof of her talent. I believe she was around Sylas's age, perhaps a little older. Sylas must've been consumed by some inferiority complex and tried to cast magic on Arianna. Without thinking, he attacked her with a beginner-level ice spell, Ice Missile. She must've retaliated instinctively, forgetting her position and struck back.
In the game, if you control Arianna at this point, things only get worse for Sylas. So perhaps it's better it played out this way. 'Reflecting on this in my own skin is terrifying,'I realize, as a chill runs down my spine.
And of course, as a father, it's no wonder this man harbors a deep hatred for me. 'Wait, what kind of playthrough was I creating again? When I saw Sylas among the characters, I chose impulsively. Now, when things come down to probabilities, I really messed up...'
Floyd's voice pulls me back to reality. "I apologize for my daughter's mistake, young master. I hope you can overlook it." His tone makes it clear that, while he acknowledges his daughter's error, most of his anger is directed at me. Huh.
'Isn't it best if I try to make amends from here on?' If this situation is real, it's worth a try. No, it's something I had to do.
"I should be the one apologizing to Arianna. I treated her rudely," I say, my words causing a brief crack in Floyd's serious expression. The speed with which he regains his composure shows exactly who he is dealing with.
"Please continue to rest, young master. I will call the priest again to examine you," Floyd says as he leaves the room. Floyd leaves the room. 'I wouldn't have believed it myself, probably ha!'
It was hard to believe in such a sudden change, yet I had returned at a good time. It could have been worse. Just thinking about the places that had been severed and my burned body made my skin crawl.