Chapter 125_Double-Blind: A Modern LITRPG

Chapter 125

 The void was all around me. Nothingness. No sensation, no sense of weight or distance.

 ck.

 It was strange to be here again. Back where it all started.

 If I rxed my mind, it was almost like everything that hade to pass was a fever dream, and I was reset to the frantic moments after the meteor. In reality, it wasnt the same. The overload of panic and existential terror was entirely absent.

 Id gotten used to it. epting the unknown was almost automatic.

 The text loomed in front of me, magnified several timesrger than what Id grown ustomed to on the system ovey.

 

 When I went to select the only option, I was surprised to find the text field empty. Before, the options had all been selected for me. Theyd all been answers I likely would have selected if I was beingpletely and totally honest with both the questions and myself, but generally things I never would have admitted to. Other Users had simr experiences.

 Maybe that was meant to be a safeguard. There was no way Id have taken it seriously enough to answer honestly the first time around.

 Given theck of mouth, I didnt speak so much as focus my thoughts on the text. Yes.

 

 I waited.

 

 The window snapped shut. Confusion formed the beginnings of rm as it became clear something was wrong. This was either a malfunction or something worse.

 Hello?

 There was no response. The silence dragged out long enough for my rm to turn to dread. If something went fundamentally wrong, did that mean I was stuck here? Forever catatonic in my bed.

 Suddenly, the text reappeared.

 

 No.

 

 A quiet anger swept over me. Apparently, the old saying held true. Three people could keep a secret if two of them were dead. Even in the realm of gods. And I was getting really fucking tired of deific interference.

 More importantly, I needed to know if Nychta had intentionally set me up to fail.

 And what, if I may ask, would have happened without this intercession?

 are friends of a sort. In answer to your question, the session would have timed out, and youd be returned to your body, with no penalty or benefit.>

 If Im filling in the gaps correctly, the gods use the Null to grant sses to mortals?

 

 He was including himself in that, of course. Letting me know he wasnt a lesser god without saying it.

 Something crucial urred to me. When Id spoken to the Allfather at the shrine of elevation, his message text had been capitalized. The same held true for my initial venture into this ce, after the meteor, and when Id awoken the Ordinators summoner variant. It was just a guess, but a grounded one. The Allfather had been my proctor the first time around, and continued to directly oversee anything to do with my advancement as an Ordinator.

 How do we proceed? I asked.

 

 The vein above my brow would have popped out, if I had a forehead to speak of.

 First, Im assuming if you wanted me to know who you were, you would have told me. Your associates

 

 I sighed. The other gods havent been shy when it came to introductions. Figured that came with the territory. Secondly, Im pretty sure you want something. Nychta emphasized that Im marked. Im assuming when she told you about meeven though I really wish she hadntshe did so with confidence youd keep it to yourself. Not that I have any clue what any of you actually want. Or expect for this to be myst deific house-call.

 

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 The symbol appeared on its own, floating towards me in the void before dissipating to nothing. Something shed through my mind. An image in the hotel lobby of the same symbol emzoned on a metal backte behind the reception desk.

 Nychta didnt tell you about me. You told her.

 

 Business?

 

 While the entity talked to itself, I spoke again. Are you willing to tell me anything about the game? Or my brothers ss?

 The text paused. 

 I sighed. Figured

 me. And thats saying something.>

 A cold chill went through me. And if you were being so unspeakably unprofessional, what would you advise the supplicant to do with this information?

 

 Behind the babbling text, I sensed a grain of truth. It was dubious. This entity wasnt my friend, and had already admitted they werent above lying for their own amusement. But the already significant concern I felt for Ellison had grown exponentially.

 Miner? They were going to present Miner as one of your options. Blech.>

 I mean, Im not opposed to a resource gathering ss.

 

 A wall ofughter scrolled, long and excessive. If I had a body, there was no question Id be in cold sweats right about now. When the text returned, it was all business.

 

 

 I hesitated. On the surface, it looked the same as the sheep and wolf question from the first go around. Only, it wasnt. Hawks were generally fiercely solitary and territorial. By contrast, ravens werent nearly as passive as sheep. They werent necessarily birds of prey, but in addition to scavenging, they did hunt. Sometimes alone, sometimes cooperatively. And their cleverness was well documented.

 Raven.

 

 Good. A softball.

 There was amon undercurrent of thought that more severe penalties worked as a deterrent for criminals. If I remembered correctly, this wasnt the case. Surprisingly, it did almost nothing to reduce recidivism, either. It just made people more likely tomit additional crimes to cover it up. If the penalty for robbing someone is already horrific, youre much better off just killing them after to reduce the chances of being caught.

 Reformation.

 

 I wanted to roll my eyes. Really? Were doing Theseus?

 

 Another philosophical problem with a twist. The unaltered version didnt refer to man at all, rather whether a ship that had all itsponents reced over time was the same ship. There wasnt a correct answer to the paradox. This version was furtherplicated because the question made no reference to the mans brain. No notable damage or otherwise. And with the brain being key to who we are, it was entirely valid to argue that he was the same.

 I changed my answer at thest moment. No. Hes not the same.

 

 It was a struggle to put it into words. My reasoning has nothing to do with the recements from the surgery. And theres no mention of brain damage. But his mind wont be the same. Trauma and hardship always catalyze change. Good or bad. And after an ident of that severity, grieving over what he lost, and undergoing treatments and exhaustive physical therapy? I cant imagine anyone woulde out unaltered.

 

 Before I could respond, the darkness faded, and I jolted upright in bed.

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Chapter 125