From Nightmare's perspective, Greg's recent behavior had been rather unusual as well.
He no longer went down to the Dark River whenever he had nothing to do, trying to catch those slippery Blackwater Octopuses with crude tools.
Instead, he often crouched in the clearing at camp, using branches or stones to draw complex patterns and lines on the ground. Sometimes he even muttered to himself, putting on two different voices to argue heatedly with himself.
Nightmare had once heard him mutter:
"Or... why not just take this opportunity to play the hero and save the damsel, really rack up Sylvia's affection points? Playing the homewrecker who steals someone else's girl sounds pretty exciting too. Who knows, it might even trigger some special event..."
"No, no! Stop! Greg, get a grip! Your main objective right now, your one and only core mission, is to survive! Keep your head down and safely make it through the story! Maybe once I get that far, this damned minus-ten luck curse that kicks in whenever I reach the surface will lift automatically because my destiny as a villain has ended!"
"Then the sky's the limit! I can find some bustling city and enjoy fine wine, great food, beautiful women... live like a useless bum with everything handed to me... no, I mean live a happy life enjoying myself! Isn't that way better than committing to one heroine's route?! So for now, I have to keep my head down! Minimize any unplanned entanglements with those heroines and keep the plot from going off the rails!"
Now, however, after several days of his left and right brain fighting each other, Greg seemed to have sorted out his thoughts and reached a final decision. He was no longer as indecisive as before.
In response to Nightmare's question, Greg