[DROPPED] That time an elite reincarnated with a slime

Prologue Arc

Fate.

the development of events outside a person's control, regarded as predetermined by a supernatural power.

That is the modern definition that is the most agreed upon

The concept of a pre-existing path each individual is said to be 'destined' to follow...by this logic, any and all events irregardless of how positive or negative they were, are meant to happen because it is your fate.

In modern media creating your fate has been popularised to the point it can be said to be a theme in movies, books, tv shows, and even games. People seem to not like the thought of following a pre-existing path. From what I have gathered from the 'professor ' anime loves utilizing the trope of breaking your fate and forging your path.

Let me ask you something. What do you think about fate? What do you think about 'your' fate? Do you believe in the notion of fate?

Before you answer, let me give you my thoughts, maybe that will help you get a better understanding of the concept of one of the most ambiguous ideations of man, known as fate.

When I first came to this school, I had come with 2 main purposes in mind, the most important to me, at the very least, was to escape that 'man'. The second goal coincidentally was a question that I asked myself, similar to now. It was 'Are people truly equal?'. These were my motivations for attending this school.

A year later, and I'm still trying to find those things...

How do these chains of thoughts correlate to fate, some might ask.

Why do you're goals and motivations help with the concept of your life being planned out from the very beginning, another might ask.

Simply put, I could be said to be an existence, a thing, a tool conceptualized for the sake of that 'man's dream. Born in a blank slate and built up in said space, I was meant to be a clog in the machine that would actualize the perfect human.

The apex of the creatures that have proclaimed themselves as the "top" of the food chain. I was meant to be a stepping stone, nothing more than a brick used to build the foundation of the 'perfect human being.

I mean, it makes sense after all.

As a child, I inherited most, if not all of my features from my parents. While I may not know who my mother is and what her talents could be, I could guess that she was mediocre.

I mean no offense to her in any way, I'm just making calculated assumptions based on myself.

I am not talented in the slightest. Neither is my father. I would assume it is the same for my mother.

My point is, that I was never meant to survive the White Room, let alone the demonic fourth generation.

I was meant to be one of the many children that would eventually break down and be discarded. They would then take the data used and formulate a better regime, that would one day produce a 'finished product '.

Yet, something happened unexpectedly happened.

I adapted.

I analyzed my current situation and instinctively knew, that if I don't change, get better, faster, stronger I wouldn't survive.

So I repressed my emotions. It is impossible to discard emotions, so I didn't. I repressed them, so far back, and to make sure they stayed back, I replaced emotion with logic.

Pure logic.

From there, I improved.

Seeing how repression of emotion and the transition to logic helped me...allowed me to survive. I continued to equivocally exchange emotions for logic, to the point that all I was left with was a curiosity that is engraved into humanity's very being.