[Next day.]
(Well… This was an interesting developed yesterday.) – thought the short girl as she started walking through the dungeon while being ignored by all of the dungeon monsters inside of it.
(To think it would ask "THAT" question….. It is pretty bad though, about the fact that they don't have face.)
(I would LOVE to see his expression.)
(Still, even though I couldn't see their expression, I could see their reaction.)
(Was it angry?)
(Was it sad?)
(Was it relived?)
(Was it happy?)
(Was it annoyed?)
(…)
(Or maybe it is just confused?)
(Honestly speaking, this guy is very young…. But by the looks of things, he is able to develop his mind a lot….)
(…Honestly, this guy HAS been acting weirdly lately.)
(I think that happened ever since he wanted to learn how to write.)
(He started acting weird…. Probably has to do with that question.)
"…"
(Welp, I gave him an entire day to calm himself…. I wonder how he is doing?)
"…"
(Honestly, I would enjoy if he is still panicking even now.) – thought the girl as she entered dungeon master room.
*Bang*
"!"
The girl started walking silently as she started hearing something in the room.
"…"
(Huh….)
The girl observed as the dungeon mater was going… "Nuts".
It was destroying its own golems and just body parts that were laying around.
It was going… "Nuts".
"…"
(Huh…. Did that guy lost his mind?) – thought the girl as she just observed dungeon master continuing his destruction.
"…"
After a while the dungeon master stopped for a moment…. Before then doing something that alarmed the dungeon master, causing it to turn around.
"Finaly noticed me, eh?" – said the girl as she started walking towards the dungeon master.
"…"
"?"
As the girl walked, she suddenly stopped, as she then realized that she stepped on the piece of paper that had something written on it.
The girl picked up the piece of paper…. But when she tried reading it, she realized that the words and sentences were all over the place, with some words or sentences being completely gibberish, to the point the whole piece of paper was completely unreadable in anyway or manner.
"Huh."
The girl stared at the piece of paper with plain expression…. But as she stared, the dungeon master suddenly rushed at her and swung down its claws, trying to hit the girl slash her, but she just simple stepped back, dodging the attack.
"The hell is your problem?" – asked the girl.
"…"
The puppet did not responded and continued attacking the girl with its claws, trying to visible hurt the girl which was instantly noticed by girl.
The monster attacked over and over, trying to hit her, but she always dodged and dodged.
"Okay. Enough." – said the girl as she put her hand on dungeon master torso and in the next moment the dungeon master was send flying, hitting an wall, while also now having an visible palm dent on its chest.
"…"
"So…. Did you cooled yet?" – asked the girl as she stared walking towards the dungeon master that just fallen off the guard after getting launched against the wall.
"…"
Dungeon master started getting up, before then starting to run towards the girl and then leaping at her, trying to again attack her, but she just once again dodged the attack quiet easily, before then sprouting an giant black hand from her back that hit and smashed the dungeon master against the ground.
"…"
Dungeon master tried to get up again, but the giant black hand tail just grabbed the dungeon master, holding in the place.
The dungeon master tried to struggle, but it could not move the giant black hand one bit.
"…"
The girl took out in silence an empty sheet of paper alongside the pencil and just put it down right in front of dungeon master face.
"…"
"So… Are you going to say something? Or should I ask the question?"
"…"
The dungeon master reached for the pencil and began writing.
"WHY"
"WHY WAS I BORN"
"?"
"What do you mean?" – asked curios girl.
"I DON'T KNOW"
"YOUR CURIOSITY"
"EXPAND DUNGEON"
"KILL"
"NO"
"NEITHER DOES MAKE SENSE"
"WHY I WAS BORN"
"REASON"
"QUSTION"
"ASNWER"
"NOW"
"…"
"Huh….. So, you are asking why you were born, eh?" – said the girl as she removed the giant black hand, releasing the dungeon master.
"You are asking about the meaning of your life? What is your purpose and stuff?"
"YES"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"You are really desperate, aren't you?"
"…"
"Let's say that I have an answer…. The answer you seek."
"That answer is real and only correct one out here…. But you may not like it." – said the girl calmly.
"You may despise me or despise yourself…. But that is the only answer for your question."
"So…. Do you really want to know it?"
"…"
"YES"
"…"
"Non." – said the girl.
"There is no such thing as meaning of life."
"This is the answer."
"Some people, some gods and some beings say that there is an meaning in life…. But in reality there no such thing as "meaning of life"."
"It is all made up."
"There is no such thing as destiny."
"That is it."
"There is just no meaning in anything."
"…"
"NO MEANING" – the puppet asked.
"Yeb. There is nothing like that."
"Some people may say that you have an reason, like to "serv" or to "make a family", but that is not it."
"The ones that makes reason for your life is yourself."
"Plain and simple."
"I will tell you something."
"There an animal called rabbit."
"It goes around."
"It eats grass."
"It sometimes eats something tasty and its happy."
"The end."
"It's not asking for its purpose."
"It is just itself."
"Or take for example these adventures that were attacking you."
"They were people."
"They could decided to not become adventures, but instead murderers."
"They would kill adventurers…. Why? Who knows! They chose their paths."
"Animal is born."
"Human is born."
"Demon is born."
"Dragon is born."
"Elf is born."
"And what they do? They live their lives."
"Things are born."
"Things die."
"People are born."
"People die."
"You decide the life you live."
"Will you be evil?"
"Will you be good?"
"Will you help people be better?"
"Or would you enslave them, taking away their option to choose?"
"Who the FUCK cares?!"
"This is an answer."
"NOTHING!"
"There is no such thing as "meaning of life"."
"…"
"But there is at the same time."
"What is it?"
"It's you."
"You can make your own "meaning of life". You can give yourself the meaning."
"Do you wish to expand this dungeon?"
"Do you wish to learn?"
"Do you wish to have fun?"
"Do you wish to kill?"
"Your goal."
"Just enjoy what you want."
"Or you can help other people, lead them or show them the way, being their stepping stool in order to fulfil your own sense of justice."
"Or you can be piece of his villain that does everything his way without carrying about what other beings want."
"There are countless paths you can take in life."
"But the ones you take is up to you."
"Doing good, doing bad. Either of those things can make you feel… "Fulfilled"."
"Or maybe you just want to do something average? Like farming or building? Maybe this work you up?"
"LIVE the life you want."
"There is no such thing as "meaning of life". But if you want one, then just make it yourself."
"But you really don't need it. This would be just a lie."
"But for you? It may bring some peace if you want."
"Be bound or be unbound."
"This is the answer."
"This is the "life"."
"…"
(No…. Meaning?) – thought the dungeon master.
(Then…. Reason I was born…. The reason why dungeon was born…. Was there non?!)
"…"
"…"
"…"
"HEY!" – shouted the girl, snapping out the dungeon master.
"…"
"Listen, instead of worrying about the "lack" of meaning of life… You should be instead asking an different kind of question."
"What do you like?"
"…"
"Well…. What do you feel "something" when doing something? Like an feeling inside of you that makes you…. Feel good…. Or feel bad."
"Tell me. What do you like?"
"…"
"I DON'T KNOW" – the puppet written hesitantly and slowly.
"Welp, then here you have it." – said the girl.
"You have an temporarily goal in life."
"Find something you enjoy."
"Got it?"
"…"
(Find something…. I enjoy?) – thought the dungeon master.
"…"
(Heh… This is getting really interesting!) – thought the girl.
(First it asked "WHY" I spared him and now he is asking "WHAT IS MEANING OF LIFE?")
(Oh boy! This is turning out more interesting with each passing day!)
(I really wonder now.)
(What would this child be as it grows up?)
(Would it be the hero that leads people?)
(Or would it be demon lord that slaughter everything he sees?)
"…"
(Or maybe he would just lock himself up?)
"…"
(Nah. There is no way the third option would ever come.)
(Since this guy is way too special!)
"…"
"Well then, I guess this will do." – said the girl.
"Honestly, I've had never told you my real name nor you have seen my real form, did you?"
"This form you see currently is… A fake."
"This is not real me."
"…."
"Hm? Wondering why I'm saying this now?" – said the girl as she noticed the puppet staring at her.
"Well, the reason why I haven't told you or showed you is simple."
"You were not worth it…. Or more exactly, you were still a "thing"."
"But now? You developed more than enough to "think"."
"And let's be honestly."
"You have spiked my curiosity way too much to the point I can't hold back anymore!"
"!?"
Countless black tails sprouted from the woman back, flying around the girl before then forming something akin to cannon, before exactly few seconds later, the cannon broke apart, taking on the form of four giant black wings alongside a long sharp looking tail.
But as it broke apart, the short young girl was completely gone.
And instead in her place stood an young adult looking woman, with voluptuous body.
The cloths she was wearing was an beautiful revealing slit dress.
Parts of her body were covered in tattoos, around her waist, arms and legs.
Her long black and red hair stood out as it spread around alongside her two horns that gave an appearance of a small tiara, giving her an appearance of a bewitching witch of beauty.
Beside her beautiful hair, her wings and tail also stood out, giving the woman an distinctly appearance of a demon, showing off her true self.
And lasty but not least, her eyes. They were not just single colored but instead in each eye there were two colors presents at the same time.
An purple and red colors were split in half in the eye, giving the woman's eye appearance of that of fine crafted jewelers.
"Ah…. This is better." – said the girl as she started stretching her body.
"…"
"So…. Do you like what you see mate?"
"This is real me."
"This is how I really look."
"My name is Ariava."
"Here is how you write it." – said the woman as she changed form and shape of her wings as if they were something like a liquid, before then causing them to turn into letters that spell out "ARIAVA".
"Well, probably by now you must had realized that I was never a human to begin with, considering that I was showing off my "tails" all this time."
"But anyway."
"My introductions are over for now."
"And now is the time for your introduction!"
"…"
"…"
"?" – puppet looked confused.
"Well, obviously you don't know what I'm talking about, are you?" – said Ariava.
"I know who and what you are."
"BUT! There is one thing I don't know!"
"What is your name?"
"I don't want to refer to you as "IT", "SHE" or "HE"."
"I want to refer to you by your name."
"So, what is it?"
"…"
"NOBLE PUPPET" – the dungeon master written down.
"?"
"Wait, is that your race?" – asked the demon.
"YES" – replied puppet.
"No, no, no! Not this!" – said the demon.
"What I mean is your own name."
"Your name! Not a name of your race!"
"Just like me. Ariava."
"Do you have your own name?"
"…"
"…"
"No?" – asked the woman.
"…"
"NO" – replied the puppet.
"I see…. I see. I see." – said the woman.
"Well then, if you don't have name, then how I pick you one?"
"You are a puppet, but you are not."
"You are golem that develops, grow and learn."
"But you are also an maker."
"You craft your own golems."
"Shape their bodies."
"Carve them out of materials."
"You are an artist…. An curios one at that."
"You are asking questions such as "how" and "why"."
"An young puppet that learns about the world and wanted to know why it lives."
"You want to live."
"You want to understand."
"…"
"Hm…."
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm….."
"There is name of that puppet that I've read about once…. But honestly you are not really like that….. And doesn't really fit your nature….. Pinocchio…. Honestly, it does sounds nice, but is not really originally…. I think maybe….. Hm…."
"…"
"!"
"Ah, I've got good one that may interested you."
"Thauma."
"This will be your name from now on."