FVN Chapter 8 A God's Trap
Chapter 8 A God's Trap
Ashok's calm demeanor was no accident. The serenity in his voice was a meticulously crafted strategy, not an expression of genuine submission. He wasn't about to let the System think it had succeeded in breaking him under pressure.
This façade of regret and humility was a calculated move, a way to disarm the very entity that had once ensnared him. Every measured word and every controlled gesture was part of a larger plan to lull the System into a false sense of security.
The System responded with its usual cold efficiency, [As long as you understand, Host], not even caring to notice the subtle shift in Ashok's tone. It remained oblivious to the fire simmering just beneath the surface of Ashok's calm exterior, too confident in its assumed control to perceive the brewing storm.
'Not that I think about it. This system cannot read my mind, or it would have killed me by now. It only responds to my calls, not my thoughts. This can somehow work in my favor.' mused Ashok
"What does your Great Deity seek from me?" asked Ashok with uncertainty in his voice.
[Nothing more than fulfilling the given quests and bringing the best ending to this world]
"I don't think I will be able to do what the Great Deity wants with this worthless body," said Ashok, maintaining his calm demeanor but subtly altering his tone. The words were delivered with a hint of resignation, carefully designed to make the System believe in his growing sense of helplessness.
[But according to the Will of the Great Deity, you should have enough information to fulfill the given quests] the System intoned, its mechanical voice devoid of any empathy.
"HAH!" A laugh nearly escaped from Ashok's mouth. He quickly stifled it, realizing that any display of amusement could potentially alert the System to his true thoughts.
[Hmm?]
"Nothing. I was just thinking how truly great the deity is."
'Just listen to those sugarcoated words. This System should belong to those Evil Cults in the World. Why did it have to be placed inside someone like me? The proposal given by it sounds extremely enticing at first, but it's clearly a trap—a meticulously crafted one. This Deity had gone to great lengths to ensure I had no chance of any kind of retaliation against Him.
He first made me his Priest so that he could monitor me whenever he wished. This shitty body, which was unknown in the game was specifically prepared for me, designed to be devoid of any valuable traits to ensure my growth would be stunted throughout the entire story. The absence of skills or arts, coupled with poor stats, guaranteed that I would never surpass the main characters, not even in the early stages of the game. It's as if every aspect of my existence here was meticulously planned to keep me weak and subservient, preventing any chance of uprising or rebellion.
Even the Unique Soul Trait that I possess works against my job class.
It's as if I am destined to remain weaker than the main characters. He isn't trying to make me his Priest; he's trying to make me a perfect slave to the main characters. How laughable! I a slave to very characters that I once controlled with a keyboard and mouse. Just what sort of grudge does this God hold against me that he went to such lengths just to trap me?
I am also one hundred percent sure that the reward of sending me back to my previous world is a lie. I experienced a heart attack myself, so even if I am sent back, what are the chances I won't just end up back in my dead body? From every angle, it seems I am nothing more than a disposable pawn.'