''Fuck you. ''
Raydon cursed as he kicked the gaming pod, which he had previously discovered to be an item formation.
'I've co across theories saying that our existence is nothing more than a simulation, but I never thought it could actually be true,' he muttered with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
Raydon was left with a sour taste in his mouth after coming to the realization that his previous life had been nothing more than a simulation that had been painstakingly designed to resemble reality. He had believed in its authenticity until now, unaware that his entire existence had been under constant observation and manipulation by unknown forces. He felt disillusioned and uneasy as he realized that his entire life had been a lie.
'Damn, I had to figure out right away that sothing was wrong when I got this weird title instead of a golden finger,' Raydon grumbled.
Even though his previous life had been a simulation, there were a great number of novels and video gas based on reincarnation and transmigration. In these stories and gas, whenever the main character dies and wakes up in a different world, they are endowed with extraordinary abilities that no one else in that world possesses.
But when he arrived in this world, the only thing that was different from normal was the peculiarity of his title. Because of the absurdly high requirent for experience points, he was unable to level up and could only improve so of his stats and gain passive skills.
This problem even occasionally led him to question whether his title was more of a burden than a help.
Given the high potential of his title, it was only natural that the required number of experience points to advance in levels would also be substantial. However, it was a nuisance that the already high number of experience points necessary to upgrade his title and level up continued to increase even further. And later on, when he found out that he couldn't increase his stats by more than 100, things beca even more frustrating for him than they had already been.
Although there was undoubtedly a way to get around this maximum stat cap, his enjoynt of the ga—and thus, of life—was being hampered by his ignorance of it.
"Shit... Whatever... At least I'm still enjoying it," Raydon muttered, attempting to calm himself as he massaged his temples.
He enjoyed life and accepted the contentnt that ca with being alive despite the circumstances. In addition, it seed that he was no longer able to exact revenge on anyone for the hardships he had been made to endure, as noted in the first few pages of the diary, the world of his creators had already been utterly destroyed. Without a ans of retaliation, he realized that his only option was to carry on living and make the most of the life he had.
As Raydon's erratic behavior unfolded through his rants and mood swings, the onlookers watched him with wide-eyed astonishnt. Finally, they learned about his origins, which can be traced to this fallen world, and they understood the motivation behind his creation. They were rendered speechless and unable to articulate the myriad of emotions that were flooding their hearts at that very mont as a result of the weight of this revelation, which left them in a state of profound shock.
They were also still confused about the reasons behind the Observer's descent into the world, the cause of the world's destruction, and how he managed to survive amidst the ruins; however, despite all of this curiosity, they decided to wait for Raydon to calm down for a while, even though they were impatient to read the rest of the story.
And finally, after Raydon had cleared his head and accepted the reality of his circumstances, he made the decision to continue with the rest of the story.
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