This was true helplessness.
Perhaps it would have been better if he had never learned of this. Perhaps he should never have joined the Rebel Army in the first place. Perhaps...
There were not so many perhapses in this world. Initial thoughts and the things one ultimately chose to do could diverge enormously.
Now he knew that among the gods were beings capable of reversing time. He also knew that all the gods of the present day were humanity's enemies.
"Should I do as Carlos did? Even if I have to face failure like he did..." Mel clenched his fists. He was unwilling to accept it.
He had clearly already worked so hard.
If he gave up, everything would end just like that.
No, he absolutely could not do that. If he did, humanity would be finished. Humanity's faith would be harvested, humanity's bodies enslaved, and humanity would have no future.
In the end, the red dragon that had seemed like an enemy might instead be their only ally. The gods who had once called themselves his allies now seemed more like enemies.
There were always periods of confusion like this in a person's life. Even if there were not, even if one seemed strong enough already, it was still far from enough. He still had not done enough.
He had always believed that he had been born to be the protagonist of this world.
So he absolutely could not give up like this.
After steadying his violently churning heart, he prepared to fully inherit Carlos's legacy. This was a path that had succeeded once before. Now, he only needed to avoid the branches that led to failure.
Humanity had won the war against the gods. What he needed to prevent now was time reversing once again.
"My time may