Chapter 43 - Resolution (1/2)

The desolate journey known as life, an idiotic tale that repeats the same mistakes. With no clear winner and no clear loser, anyone could wonder why any person would play such a strife filled game. The plot that is described in novels should be left in such novels, while life should be how it has always been; a grey path with little to no meaning.

From an objective perspective, that is how life has always been, breeding and dying. Nothing else has any function to this cycle, there is no such thing as a plot that one can follow, there is only an unclear branch of opportunities that lead to one of two ends. Those ends are life and death. But why is there any purpose when plot is but a script in a fiction and life is a blind coin? A plot means destiny, and a destiny means chains, so why be chained?

The result is a plotless story of a sickly protagonist that only wants to live an enjoyable life. Such is Simon, a man that lives a plotless life that revolves around a plot he created.

***

Simon laid on a sturdy wall as he reviewed his actions from barely an hour ago. He contemplated his apparent ruthlessness and capability to kill on such little temptation.

From the deep recesses of his mind, he knew that his mental strength was incomparable to what he described his characters as. He felt weak, even when he was strong. He already knew that his mentality would be one of the things that would restrict his growth in the long run, and he did not know how to deal with this matter.

He can act cool and kill, but could he step back and be passive? Well, intelligence does not equal wisdom.

He also had another question.

”What is the point in this plot?”

”I become strong in such a small amount of time, I become important in such a small amount of time, but what is the point? This is stupid. This doesn't make any sense! If I wanted to star in a wish fulfilment story, I at the very least want an antagonist that I can contend against. I don't want demons that know nothing, devils that barely care. In the end, this shit will end with me dying fighting some piece of sh*t for no reason!”

”What is the damn point!”

<Simon, just wait, I will be there in 2 days. I can answer your questions.”

'Xander, you don't understand! I am confused as f**k! And I don't even know why half of this is happening anymore!'

'This isn't a plot, this is a cl.u.s.terf**k of storytelling. I have a protagonist that can't even protect himself, the female lead hates him, I am way too overpowered, and what is happening in the background is stupid!'

'Who just appoints someone as a lord when they haven't even met? And why doesn't everyone just take pills to become godmode? Don't you think there is something wrong? I worked so damn hard to build a plot only to realise that when my intellect gets higher, so does my disgust for this novel world!'

<...>

'This isn't just a mood swing too! I am on to something, this is just pure bullsh*t!'

<First of all, life has no plot.>

<Also, you created this 'bullsh*t'. Wake up, not everything is supposed to flow in together, there is no such thing as plot, there is some rudimentary system of destiny though. But in the end, not everything is supposed to make sense. Just go along with it.>

Simon felt a sharp sting in his heart unlike any pain he had ever felt. This was because this wasn't pain of the nerves, but pain of the soul.

'I understand. But as an author, it is hard to adjust to a world with no plot.'