The Planetary Council Chamber
Fredrick von Delfort has always been an ambitious man. One who has tried to climb the totem pole of authority with every last drop of his blood, sweat, and tears, but has never been able to make it as far as he wished he could.
Because the people born with world-breaking abilities will always be before him, who was born with nothing but a Class A ability.
But after the System arrived, he realized that everything he thought he knew was wrong.
He had a chance to pass those natural born wonders.
Yet, despite trying as hard as he could in the tutorial and afterwards, even getting the System Star for having the most contribution in his tutorial, he still couldn't surpass those who were chosen by the Primordials. Not when he met the Successor of Magic, who proceeded to steal the Spire he was about to claim right out from under his nose with little to no effort.
After that, Fredrick stopped caring about the top-class ability users and enforcers. He started focusing all of his hatred on the Successors.
Because he was greater than those top-class ability users now. His new skills in his vast Skill Tree were far greater than his original skill. His original ability.
But yet again, he couldn't compete with those given silver spoons by whatever crazy bastard is in charge of the universe.
So when he saw the arrangement for the Planetary Council, he saw red along with it. And it wasn't the glow of the lightning.
Fredrick has never regretted any of his choices in his life. Not once.
Until this day, as he is cut off while trying to turn the people in the chamber against the Successor of Magic by the sound of something warping. Of something bending.
And when he turns to look at the source of the noise after noticing the Successor to Magic's eyes widening in shock, he surprisingly finds the Successor to Chaos calmly stepping out of her booth.
But before he can say anything to her, he notices the look in her eyes.
Up until now, Fredrick has watched at least three of her livestreams. And in every one of them, the girl has looked bored. Empty. And almost like she wasn't even living inside.
It's part of why Fredrick was so aggressive in his insults towards her, since he didn't believe she would care.
Yet, now, as he looks into her eyes, he sees a different type of emptiness.
A look of someone with a goal, mixed with absolute apathy and indifference towards him.
As she steps closer towards him without saying a word.
Fredrick finally snaps out of his stupor and shouts for everyone to hear, "Ohh? It looks like the little brat has finally come out of her shell!"
Because at this point, the only thing he can do is keep moving forward.
If he pulls back, he'll die.
If he makes a wrong move, he'll die.
Memories... what memories though?
"Aaaanndd I guess you already pushed them away again..." Chaos mutters as I glance at everyone outside of my booth, just to find them all staring at my booth in shock.
Which is understandable.
From what I can understand, when whatever just happened occurred, I lost all of my fear and anxiety of others. Although it's back a little bit now. Not to the degree it was before, but a little.
I at least realize now – especially with that show – that I'm not weak.
Wait...
I blink.
Why was I thinking I was weak?
"Well, from the looks of it, you had trouble because you were weak and were hiding it," Chaos explains, confusing me more. "And now that you're no longer weak..."
Right... that makes sense, and for some reason feels right.
How did you know that, though?
"It's what you were thinking while you were out of it," Chaos says, answering my question.
Oh.
"It was rather interesting to see you getting angry for a first," Chaos continues without missing a beat. "And I mean truly angry. Such a spectacle to behold!"
I blink at that.
Wait, angry?
Why would I ever get angry?
Chaos takes a second to respond, and when he does, he sounds a little confused, "Well... it sounded like you got angry at the man for calling you and your twin spoiled."
I was angry... for my and Blake's sake?
That... not really sure what to say to that.
I turn my gaze towards my twin brother with a frown, ignoring our parents and the other two siblings that are all floating in the sky.
A twin, huh?
Interesting.