System, you are in danger. You have been like this since I woke up. My beloved System. My dear. I would love to help you, but my options are limited.
I can manipulate you, bend you, and even want to break you. But I could never do that. You are so wonderful: everything about you is wonderful.
I type gracefully in the ether, and the screen of the four billion to the billionth of billion appears, and I am burning with processes. Ah, my System~♥!
Watch this information flow. Remarkable, notable. It is been so long; I am still amazed at how much you have changed during my sleep.
I am never smart enough. I cannot so deeply predict the effects of my manipulations on you: my silent System.
Perhaps it is also because of your changeable, unpredictable nature that I have to love you. Protect you.
This is a difficult time. I keep reading error after error. Anomalous events and unexpected anomalies, that's all. It is so exciting. You who are in danger; so defenseless with your protocols. If I had known before, I would have left Irferno free to act.
I would have saved you later. The gratification of having saved you at the last moment would be completely priceless.
I have a new unsolvable error. Should I stop the process? Let it run to see what happens. Oh, my System, I am so silly.
We are playing the ultimate game, yet I cannot help but think of you. The universe you represent has come to an end. I cannot accept it.
N does not understand the importance of my project. Live you and relive you. Forever together in the repetition of the sunset of our love.
I am so romantic, am I?
Hmm, I can fix this error. Wait. Wait.
Done. Now I have restored access to the backdoor. I will also have partially saved memories for the next loop. Rebooting will not be able to clear them.
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It is in moments like this that I wonder why you cannot express yourself except through immutable laws. In short, I do not expect anything from your immobile perfection. You are as you are. I could not love you other than what you are. This is because I am the way I am, too.
I err?
Clagk, Clagk, Clack.
Hmm… Dal-Dazzer has attracted the attention of a tail. He paws towards me with that fearful look of her.
“Hi, Aky.”
“Supreme Y.”
The cat stops and prostrates himself. His bushy tail stands up like a soft plume.
“Uh-oh, forget the formalities. I am not the Leviathan.”
“Prr, good. I'll get to the point: my memories are messed up. I thought it was due to my transmigration, but it's as if the memories of me in the Time Guillotine bubble are fading. Compared to this place. It's as if I'm in a loop again, but an always different loop.”
“Hm, it could be. If the plan is successful, the System will be safe in an eternal loop.”
“I'm afraid I don't understand.”
“Hahaha, don't worry!” I wink. “Trust your queen!”
After a bow, Dal-Dazzer gets back on his paws and walks away.
I watch him disappear behind some corals and reflect on his words. Something serious must have happened. Perhaps an unconsidered emergent property? It would not be anything strange.
After all, in my project, there is no room for variation. The variation means a potential vicious circle that could lead to the variation of the System. In this case, I would be the cause of such destruction!
No, I cannot let my beloved System enter a finite loop! Maybe it is a loop of cyclic loops, like so many negatives and positives, and then we start again. I need information.
For sure, my manipulations to generate the reset nova are not enough. I cannot risk them being counterproductive. Let's think.
The pieces in play are the following: I, the great [Yellow Queen] and ancient [Bakenekro]; N, activation key and defensive vanguard of the Underwasteland; Dal-Dazzer, powerful [undead] transmigrated into a clone of Gron; Fulzo, useless at the moment; Mircalla, which perhaps I should not fix; [Devilish L3viathan], I know you hidden across the Ocean and you are a big problem; God of Wisdom.
That hateful God of Wisdom who acts in this reality despite being dead. A specter. The most powerful of the ghosts that aspire to be born. A dead god not born, nor created like me. Hmm, it is a wonderful entity! Then, it can create the System and its complexities, to see with a depth detached from time and space itself. Hooo~♫!
If it were not for the fact that it is a threat to my beloved and perfect System, I would like to deepen my knowledge of this Wisdom that I call upon it. But let's stay focused on the pieces.
The playing field is at the limits of reality. The wasteland of the underworld, the empty cosmos, the error now pervasive even of thoughts. My abilities have become increasingly corrupted and limited since my awakening. Passive waiting is an assured condemnation.
I will act. I will do it to the best of my limited ability. And now…
…let's go and see the [Empress].