Chapter 129: A Destiny of His Own!

  Since crossing into the world of Higurashi, Alex had been p one question:What could he truly gain in this world?

  The Hinamizawa Syndrome?

  The sequences of this virus were undeniably terrifying, but… his Zerg-like body wouldn’t be affected, would it?

  So… was it trust? Alex had initially thought so, but he soon realized it wasn’t realistic. The reason was simple: he barely knew Rena and the others. They’d only been together for a little over a month. Trust? If Alex had never watched Higurashi, trust would be ent.

  But now, seeing Rena fess to him, Alex suddenly had an epiphany.

  Ever since arriving in this world, it felt like he had been tinuously making choices.

  At first, his life in this world had beeively free. He could do whatever he wanted. But after that dream, he seemed to lose his sense of dire. From then on, as if scripted, choices began to appear before him, oer another. And these weren’t open-ehey were binary—A or B. For instance, deg between saving Shion and Keiichi or helping Rika—Alex was forced to choose. Even now, with Rena’s fession, it seemed like he only had two options: accept or reject.

  But why were these choices so binary?

  Take Rena as an example. Whether Alex accepted her fession or not was insequential. If he wao, he could simply abduct Rena, lock her up in a room, and do whatever he pleased. Rena might be formidable, but she was still human, and no match for him.

  Then there were the other main characters. If Alex really wao, he could incapacitate all of them, use a spell to bury Irie’s research facility and Takano Miyo entirely, and cim it was a ndslide. Problem solved, no?

  So, what was the point of all this?

  At that moment, Alex had an epiphany. He finally uood the “ultimate question” this world osing to him.

  What does he want?

  Up to this point, Alex had traversed several worlds: Diablo, Dark Souls, and Edge of Tomorrow. In each of those worlds, he seemed to be seeking ohing—power. In the Diablo world, he was solely focused on survival. In Edge of Tomorrow, he warength. Dark Souls became a pce to hone his skills.

  But iy, Alex’s jouro each of those worlds weren’t by choice.

  He fled to the Diablo world to escape the Tempr's pursuit.

  He entered Edge of Tomorrow to escape the dimensional rift.

  He went to Dark Souls because he wasn’t strong enough.

  These journeys were rgely passive, forced upon him. Once he arrived in those worlds, Alex simply went with the flow. In Diablo, he focused on survival; in Edge of Tomorrow, he trated on pleting tasks.

  He had been like an office worker: clog in, pleting assigs, receiving his paycheck, maybe getting a promotion. Rinse a. When he finally earned a managerial position, it only meant more responsibilities and higher goals.

  But… were those goals truly his?

  To make a game? A pame? A profitable game?

  Those were pany goals: performance, reports, revehey weren’t Alex’s personal aspirations.

  It was like what those motivational speeches said: When you’re endlessly grinding away iy, have you ever stopped to think—what is the meaning of life? Why are you even alive?

  Most people scoff at such questions. "I’m struggling to make ends meet and drowning in a 30-year me. Let me think about life’s meaning when I’m not on the verge of starving—or dying from overwork."

  As for the meaning of life? Let the philosophers figure it out.

  But for Alex, that question now loomed rge:What do I want?

  Looking at Rena before him, Alex pohis deeply. In that moment, it felt as though the entire world had frozen.

  Power. I ower.

  That was only natural. Humanity lived for power—money, status, authority, even brute force. People ceaselessly yearned for these things. But why?

  To live better. But then what?

  Rika Furude had spent a tury trapped in a cycle, seeking freedom. It wasn’t so different from Alex. In his main world, even with great power, he still had to operate within its rules. In that sense, he and Rika were alike—both sought to break free.

  And now, Alex finally realized:This world wasn’t about Rena’s fession, Keiichi’s struggles, or Rika’s pleas for help. It was about him, finding his owiny.

  But Rika Furude had a clear goal: she simply wao survive this June, grow up, and live a happy life with everyone else.

  What about Alex?

  He had traversed from one world to anaining power—but for urpose?

  No, that’s not it!

  Think again. In his inal world, w overtime day and night, climbing the corporate dder—what was all that for?

  Bonuses? A high sary? A fancy job title?

  No, no, no. Those were merely means to an end, not the goal itself.

  Exactly! The reason Alex worked tirelessly was that he wao create the games he loved—games that pyers would rage at, curse, but still couldn’t stop pying. And as an ordinary employee, that dream was out of reach. To achieve it, he had to climb the ranks, seize more power, or eveer, build his own pany! And he needed untold wealth to back it all up.

  Only then could he freely create any game he desired without w about reviews, the market, losses, ging media critics. He could fund and produce the game himself, py it himself, and throw it out to the public just for fun. "Don’t like it? Fine, don’t py. The world is big; someone else will py it. If worse es to worst, I’ll just release it for free. At that point, won’t pyers be begging and calliheir king?"

  Rich, powerful, and living life on his terms—all because… it makes me happy!

  Boom!

  At that moment, Alex felt as if something within him had finally clicked. His body trembled, and then he realized that the oppressive feeling of the world binding him had pletely disappeared. In that instant, he felt as though his soul had been liberated. Even Rena standing before him didn’t seem so intimidating anymore. Even though she was clearly in her "darkened" state and could whip out a hatchet at any moment, Alex found her bed demeanor oddly cute.

  It was as though Alex had returo his inal world, watg their story and lives unfold through a s. No!

  Viewers might feel sorrow and anger for these characters’ suffering, but they could do nothing beyoing their frustration in the ents. Perhaps that helplessness was why they found the characters so pitiful. But Alex was different. He had power. He could watch the anime from outside the s, but if he didn’t like what he saw, he could jump straight in and sp the vilin across the face.

  "I don’t like you. What are you going to do about it? You mad? Bring it on!"

  "Teacher?"

  Rena’s voice pulled Alex out of his thoughts. Seeing him lost in thought and not answering her question, she asked again, her eyes growing darker, shadows seeping into her expression.

  "Do you… not like Rena?"

  "No, you’re pretty cute."

  This time, Alex responded with a gentle smile, reag out to pat Rena on the head.

  "Holy, I think you’re pretty likable too. But… hmm, I haven’t really thought about it. Maybe we talk about it ter?"

  "Really?!"

  At that, the dull gloom in Rena’s eyes began thten again, and Alex shrugged casually.

  "Of course. But… I might not be able to stay here for too long, so I ’t give you an answer right now. When you’re ready, e find me. By then, I’ll tell you everything about me."

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