The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

371: The Start (2)

Chapter 371: The Start (2)

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Lady Luck stared at the hologram with unblinking eyes.

A near-invisible woman who moved in a world she didn't belong to, the world around her drained of its color: the only indication of her existence were black lines that embedded themselves in all realities , as if she was a colorless sketch.

The Director of the Last Act. That thing was them? The Director was a she?

Lady Luck didn't avert her gaze from the hologram and asked her sister.

"You mean... the Director isn't a myth? Is it a real being? But, no, how is that possible?"

For an Abstract Entity to ask if a myth was real or not, it had to be an old one. And indeed, the story of the Director was as old as one could get.

Well, the rumor around the Director was stupid. It was weird, too. Therefore, nobody who hadn't seen the Director in person believed in their existence.

To start, these were a few of the things rumors said:

"The Director can hear sign language."

"No, the theory of evolution is bullcrap. In reality, the theory of evolution is just a list of beings that The Director allowed to live."

"Once, the director went to Switzerland and accidentally dropped their wallet. Now humans across the Omniverse call it the Swiss Bank."

"When The Director was born, they congratulated their parents."

"The Director can convince the 10th doctor for Colgate."

"The Director doesn't wear a watch; they decide what time it is."

Lady Luck went over the silly rumors in her head and quickly shook her head. She looked at Contessa Fate in concern.

"Alright, the Director could have probably existed. Otherwise, all this rumor don't make sense. But I was certain they were dead by now, given that they haven't shown their face in such a long time. Also, are all the rumors real?"

"What? No."

Fate laughed.

"Some are, some aren't. If you want to know which one is real, I'll say the more silly a rumor about her is, the odds of it being real are that much higher."

Lady Luck stared at her older sister for a second more, before turning her head back at the hologram.

If it's this woman, then maybe...

["You."]

As the two Abstracts watched, the long silence that had begun in the hologram, when the Director appeared, finally ended.

Celestine began to speak.

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The shadow of the underworld was dimly lit by the countless souls that resided there. The light from those souls kept increasing due to the world ending.

Under this flickering light imitating a candle, two women were facing one another. Both had unreadable expressions.

Standing over Neji's unconscious body, the Goddess of Creation, whose hair was a striking red, stared at the phantom form of the Director.

"I knew you weren't dead. Quite bold of you to come before me, though."

The Director's sketched lips stretched to inhuman degrees, and a distorted smile formed on her lips. She tilted her witch hat upwards, to show her colorless eyes, as she gave Eurynome Celestine a sharp look.