Again. I failed again. What am I supposed to do when I have to build up my main power to travel back in time upon my inevitable failure? I can't do this much longer. How long has it been? Ten, twenty, thirty thousand years? I'm already completely insane, so it's only a matter of time before I lose all motor functions from this endless cycle.
My thoughts were cut short by the ever familiar flash of light and appearance of all my old classmates from school. We had been summoned by a Goddess of a world and granted a blessing of some sort. Some fucking blessing. Why couldn't I have been given minor sword talent so I could stab myself in the chest and end this all? No, I had to be given the power of time reversal.
Time reversal. It only activated upon my death, and there were certain checkpoints that I had to unlock by increasing my skill with the time manipulation. However, the only way to do this was actually to experience death, but the thing fucking reset if I died during the final battle to save everyone, to save everything!
My depressing thoughts were once again disturbed but by the Goddess's voice this time.
[Greetings children, I am the Goddess of fate, Reta, who governs this world, Bram. Now, I understand your confusion, please, ask all of your questions now, and I shall do my very best to answer them all] she asked us in a powerful voice. I never really liked her. I could understand that she was trying to help her planet by summoning us, but she was an ignorant idiot.
Just then, a tall, muscular and handsome boy, Roland, approached her. He was the idol of our class, not the whole school, but he was certainly the most popular person in our particular classroom. Twenty-eight, that's how many students had been summoned here.
"What do you mean 'this world?' We're on Earth, no?" Roland asked her. He was always quick on the uptake. This is the point that he started being the group's leader. I obviously had no chance nor interest in such a role seeing as how I was average looking with my long black hair and ordinary-looking face. The only unique feature about me was my eyes and facial expression. They were as dead as a Lich-king. This was only natural thought if you considered all of the shit I have seen and been through over the years. Dying thousands of times has that effect on people.
I tuned out the Goddess answering Roland's question and scanned my classmates. It had been a few hundred years since I had last seen them. They were all fairly useless, except one. I needed her help. Every single time I had gone through this process, she had never revealed her blessing, but she died almost immediately upon our arrival on Bram.
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I never thought about it much, but after my most recent failure, I've decided to branch out my options. Perhaps she gained a ridiculously powerful blessing and chose to hide it? It couldn't hurt me to save her this time even if she was as useless as the rest of them.
'Where is she...I can't even remember her name. Actually, what did she even look like? Oh well, I guess I'll wait until someone doesn't reveal their blessing like I usually do,' I thought to myself. I then proceeded to close my eyes and sit on the white floor. I wanted to think and not waste my time listening to questions and answers that I had heard too many times before.
About an hour later, my eyes were forced open by a light so bright that I could see it even if my eyes were completely closed. This always amazed me, but anyway, that light meant that the first hero had received a blessing. Roland, it would seem that he had gained the blessing of experience. He could use it to learn any talent at an accelerated rate. An excellent power. It's a shame he died no matter what. Even if I consistently save him, his fate seems to always result in death.
Anyway, the next person got their blessing, and then the next person did. This continued until about half way through when a girl who's face was completely covered in her messy, brown hair had received her blessing. I burned her image into my memory because she had chosen not to reveal the nature of her skill which made her the girl I was looking for.
She seemed to notice my stare, but I didn't care. Shame and modesty were some of the things you lost when everything always ended up resetting. It would seem that her name was Bree. Very odd, but I was hardly one to talk. I continued to stare at her until it was finally my turn to get my blessing. I think she was rather freaked out, but I needed to remember her since it was very easy to forget things when you had too many memories.
[Please tell me your name, child] the Goddess asked me. I've forgotten my old name. At one point, I made up a sarcastic name to reflect my situation, and since I used it for so long, fate, destiny, or time, whatever, had decided it was my real name, so even my classmates never disputed it.
"...Paradox..." I mumbled. This always happens. I forget how to speak correctly since I always spend the last couple of hundred years by myself during each reset. Oh well, no one seems to care about little old me, except Bree, but I did stare at her for a while, so that's probably not an interest-filled gaze she's throwing in my direction.
The Goddess looked at me briefly before she waved her hand and gave me my detested blessing back. More like a curse. I instantly felt the power of time fill my soul as the familiar white light shone off of me. After being asked what power I got from the Goddess by my classmates, I simply remained silent and sat down again. Everyone quickly ignored me again and rejoined their cliques when they realised I didn't want to speak to them. Idiots, the lot of them. None of them is taking any of this seriously. No wonder they all die in the first five years.
[Now children, it is time to bring you to Bram, good luck with whatever mission the summoner has to grant you] the Goddess said with a small bow after the final person's blessing had been given. Well, it looks like it's time to meet the king and princess again, I suppose.