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[DING]
[Before the Red Sea, a new man was born, under the eyes of thousands, he erged victorious, and with it, the desire for growth beyond anything anyone had ever seen]
[To grow, he will lead his people in an insurgency against those that used them, conquerer the lands in his na as he and everyone else were too tired of being under their tyrannical hands]
[So that one day all could live with their bellies full and without fear]
Like before, a series of notifications played by his ears as they manifested before his eyes.
This was the start of Balthazar's tale, where would it lead? Dale was excited to find out.
Just how much did his actions and self influence the life of a nobody? Would it lead him to greatness just as Maltur once achieved, or would it lead him to suffering and diocrity?
Regardless of his end, Dale would be there to witness it all.
[A new future has been written; a new fate is being inscribed upon the stars]
[They shine, accepting the birth of a new tale, one of betrayal, growth, comradeship, wars, conquest, and honor]
[Its end would be of a Golden Fist, a Silvery prestige; it was what they declared, high up on the constalations]
"Urg!"
The world began to twist and turn...
Dale's vision suddenly began to spiral, and like before... No, worse than before, as he was injured, Dale felt imnse nausea.
He was being sucked sowhere into his story, the life Balthazar could've achieved in a past that has already ended.
[A new story is being sung, witness the birth…]
Maybe it was intentional all along, before Dale even had the chance to hear the rest of the notifications, the vortex pulled him back from this mont, throwing him onto a chaotic spiral of mories and experiences.
What should he call this space?... A mory well? The core of this "Simulation"?
Just who was capable of creating and orchestrating such an unnecessarily complex System?
/FLASH!/
/FLASH!/
"?!"
It was impossible to prepare oneself for this surreal experience.
Like before, his mind was stuffed and assaulted with monts and experiences of Balthazar's life.
What happened after he defended the Fortress, how he convinced the Lord to send supplies to the Barbarians, how he trained afterward, their death march towards the Nobles who conspired with their downfall, and their successive beheading...
It wasn't just re mories; they were HIS mories and experiences.
He felt in his skin as Balthazar trained for three weeks, day in and night, following the Barbarian Invasion and his consequential developnt of a technique...
Upon seeing it in action, they have a Title, Balthazar of the Golden Fist.
It was as if his mind had been set free; he kept recalling the mories from the debts of his mind; it felt as if he had been there, had done those things, that he was the so-called "Golden Fist."
He saw himself standing atop a reford and restructured Fortress, gazing down at the hill where thousands lost their lives one day, now clean and peaceful; it was as if nothing had ever happened over there.
He saw himself sitting at the tip of a mountain, pondering over sothing of great importance, only to finally realize it and return, having achieved a new understanding of himself and the world around him.
He saw himself rallying soldiers upon news of a great catastrophe; it was
then he made the choice of his life, leading his soldiers outside of the Fortress and declaring their independence; this was the beginning of Balthazar's insurrection and their fight against the world for the wrongs they forced them to go through.
Dale witnessed it all; he understood them all. There were no more answers, all those years of preparations... Envisioning a man of great power...
He had now surpassed him, there was nothing to him back, it was ti to stand for themselves, he knew it was ti.
Then... A man walked alone at the edge of a great precipice...
He wore an exceptionally decorated piece of plate armor, together with a long sword hanging on his back.
He reached towards the edge and sat down, gazing at the world beyond, he looked at the passing clouds, seemingly seeing his own life reflected in them.
With little reactions, he took off his helt, revealing an old, yet still healthy man.
There were a few light scars on his face, this wasn't just an old man, it was one that had gone through many life and death experiences.
This was Balthazar, the man who fought against an Empire for its people, the man who colluded with Barbarians for he saw Humanity others could not perceive in them.
He was the one who pursued strength; he was the one who redefined its aning and reached what many would call the end of the road.
But here he was, and it was now that he... I realized that the end of the road wasn't a re stop but a fall toward a greater, broader world.
The end of the path was no end at all, it was rely the end of the path in this world, this was how much this world could carry , from here on out, my path stood beyond its grounds, at a land far beyond what others could conceive and perceive...
... For his people, he would be rembered for his actions and efforts. From a nobody to now, his life had been one without regrets.
Standing here at the edge of the world and the end of the journey, Balthazar took a step forward.
/Shine.../
His body shone with golden light as the armor around his body shattered to pieces, becoming glistering shards in the wind.
Like a phoenix, he flew onto the clouds, vanishing, leaving behind his myth and fables...
Taking a step onto the beyond.
[DING]
[Your ti has co to an end, and the mory of Balthazar of the Golden Body has co to an end]
As Dale pondered over his own choices, the wind in his ears and the air in his lungs, the chi of a bell pulled him back from the glistering golden lights, causing him to gasp deeply as he felt his heart beat with vigorous force.
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anwhile, the system began its narration, but like before, he was having difficulty paying attention to its words.
Give so ti to breath and... Calm down. He thought in frustration and pain as he raised his head to look at the blue windows.
[DING]
[A naless draftee forced to be soone he wasn't rose to be much greater than he could ever be, the fable of a tool who beca a monarch of Nobility, a God of the people]
[He who understood the pains of Wars and the sacrifices of the common people sought to create a world without them, a world where nations did not force their people to fight in conflicts they did not sign in for]
[Brutal but patient, rciless but lenient, a Commander in the eyes of the people, a friend and companion to those he led, he would usurp from the old Kings and establish a new regin, one where n did not rule from blood but where chosen to be there based on rit and the voices of the people]
[By your hand, the tale of Balthazar, the one whose body's burned brighter than the sun has been born]
[The first to gaze down at the sea of clouds, Balthazar did not adhere to a second na as he believed one should prove to be Noble and not be born one]
[The story of a man who wished for peace amidst a hundred wars, his story is clad in the hypocrisy of man, but it was, at the end of the day, a Human tale]
[Following his departure, Balthazar of the Golden Body would be revered for ages to co, being given the na of Welmion and deified for bringing peace to all of the lands]
[The birthplace... all Myths, this... the end of the... Era]
As he reached the end of the extensive log, Dale's mind began to slow downandthe world beforehim,fractured.Dissipating and darkening before vanishing altogether.
He suddenly saw himself back in his room, clutching onto his head as he breathed quickly, taking in breaths with great pain as his chest weaved in and out rapidly.
"Da… Dammit... No-Not this sh....Huff... Shit again..."
"My head hurts… So damn... Much.."
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Overti, the pain lessened, and he rested his head on his pillow, trying to go over what he learned today:
'It's the sa as before... I can't rember much.'
'Still, there's much I can rember and infer...'
'Balthazar's life was shorter than Maltur's mostly because he did not die from "old age" and instead chose to step beyond the boundaries of his world in search of the end of his path...'
'Maltur beca a Ruler as he wished to beco greater; Balthazar distanced himself from it as he pursued strength and enlightennt.'
'Their paths may have started in similar ways, wars, conflicts, growth, training, and so on, but as they grew in power, they diverged.'
'Maltur chose to beco the center of the world and create a Dynasty that would last for ages to co...'
'While Balthazar pushed for sothing like a Ministry to be erected, for a world where people of ability rose to their respective positions while under the eyes of the people.'
'It seems to be like a rudintary form of Democracy... Not to say it's bad, but it isn't better either.'
'There are problems with all forms of governance, and at the end of the day, it always boils down to their rulers and the people around them.'
'Anyhow, there is only one thing I wanted to go through before diving onto the last mory, which is by far the shortest of them all.'
'Balthazar's mory was tagged as "... of an Ancient Warrior", anwhile, Maltur's was tagged as "... of a Coliseum Slave"... And there is evidence that both of them happened within the sa world, rely due to a single line of text...'
'In Maltur's story, it was said that the Empire he built would stir the birth of a New Era. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear its na, but it doesn't matter as now I know the Continent's na, Welmion.'
'And sohow... The people gave Balthazarthat verysa na as he was deified as a God... It can't be a coincidence.'
'It could rely be word-play, thepeople may have given Balthazar the na of the Continent to symbolize sothing, it'snot like you don't have people with such surnas in the real world...'
'But could it be so simple?... What if the reason the Continent is called Welmion is because of Balthazar? It could make sense given he is an "Ancient Warrior",thus soone who existed in the distant past.'
'However, if that's the case, it ans that the mory I first went through already knew of his existence, which makes no sense given I only just achieved this possibility... Unless...'
'It was ant to be from thebegining.'
'... I already traveled back in ti... Either that or I experienced future events and was pulled back to the present.'
'If I can experience it once, why can't other beings not? And I think it would be ridiculous for the ones in charge of the System to be unaware of it.'
'There are so other possibilities...Like the fact that all along, I wasn't "creating" new moriesbutinsteadI was compelled to act that way...Thus reaching an end that is actually reality.'
'But that would contradictwiththe notifications I received at the end of Maltur's story.'
'The other possibility would be that history can be interpreted in many ways, and maybe, under the eyes of the Gods, all possibilities, be them new or old, are worthy of being used to refer to the sa event in ti.'
'As for them, everything that happened and willhappenedcould exist in a singular montof tiandhence, categorizing them would be...'
"... What am I even thinking about?"
Dale stood in a daze for a mont before shaking his head, finding his actions so farridiculuous.
"I'm trying to make sense of this system again, Ialready told myselfitsan effortlessendeavour."
'Nonetheless... At the end of the day,itsa scary thing to think about...'
/Growl.../
Dale's stomach growled, itwas ti to fetch so food.
Speaking of that... What ti was it?
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