Ymir Krieger.
That's my name.
And I- I'm dying.
Does my girlfriend know about this? No. I purposefully broke up with her.
I can't have a woman like her weep over my death. We're in our twenties after all.
There's a whole life ahead for her. Probably a life where she lives thinking about not the past, and moves on without any worries.
I'm an orphan, unlike her. No one would care if I died.
Sure, there'll be people with flowers at my funeral. Blabbering about how kind, helpful and friendly motherfucker I was.
Yeah, there'll be that fatty too. Roven has been friends with me since our boarding school days. But we got separated because of different career choices.
He became a renowned heart surgeon. Where I… I was just a software engineer.
I worked in a gaming company. The Hermans.
And my past three years have been a complete fucking devotion to that game. Harmony of the Flute.
Yeah, I don't just work on it… I play that game too.
And just like everyone, I'm a part of a fanbase for one of the antagonists in the game.
Ymir Celestie of Lunar.
He's modelled after me. Same looks, maybe more refined.
Similar personality, similar traits, and that aura he had… Girls loved this character.
His looks, the way he moved, and his formal yet rough and casual dressing. And the glaze is just insane.
I don't know why the director suggested those angles every time he showed himself in a cutscene.
Because of him, I get embarrassed, because his looks are based on me.
I mean…why's there a need for him to just wear a coat and not the shirt beneath? That too, while sitting on a royal chair, legs spread wide like he's ready for the women to do their job.
And the angle. There was not a single scene where the camera's angle would be in front of him. Instead, it was stuck close to his lower body, glazing up like a dominating…
What am I even thinking…
Let's roll the reel back.
Yeah, so I work for a gaming company.
So, I know my character isn't dying before the final volume's patch is released, but I'm going to.
The story isn't even complete yet. Even the employees working on the game just keep making speculations about the script they'll receive for the next arc.
But I doubt it's going to be a peaceful month for my fellow developers.
Because I'm about to sabotage the game's AI.
The company wants the NPC's to be fun. But I'm gonna make them real. I'll give them their own survival instinct.
I'll put a massive computation cost on each and every NPC, so that even if the game works, they'll refuse to follow the player's quest based on their own rationality.
And I'll make Ymir a variable.
I'm going to give him a power that I experimented with on my localhost.
Although the name I thought of was 'Perception', in terms of code, it's basically giving him priority protocol.
Absolute control over reality.
But the moment I began uploading the patch, I felt something off.
My eyes were blurry.
As if some red liquid had been splashed on them.
I felt extreme pain coursing through my head.
And before I could even process everything…My world already turned black.