Bornandtorn - Chapter 133 The interview 3

Despite answering these questions not much time had passed and judging by the look on his place the interview was far from over. I would have to face a barrage of questions and quite frankly I enjoyed it.

Having a decent conversation I something I had craved for a long time. Until now I had to be wary about everyone who truly understood me. Not worrying about their plotting was a welcome change of pace. Speaking of which the voices inside of my head are unusually quiet are they up to no good again?

Well, whatever I could not do anything to stop them even if I wanted to. My circumstances had not magically changed in a matter of seconds. I should rather worry about the things I can actually influence.

” What is your opinion on the talent you have encountered so far?” What a simple question but a gigantic headache. I find myself in quite a predicament if I answer that question honestly. If I make a dishonest statement my body language will not fit the message the Observer will make out of it

” They strength they do possess is unfathomable to me, the way they wield magic is truly fascinating and their potential is truly inexplicable to me.” There it was my masterpiece, not a single lie had been spoken and everything I said was a compliment to these magicians.

After all, I do not know what makes a magician strong and I truly find their way of conjuring magic interesting and how should I with my limited knowledge even evaluate the talent of a magician? I could only assess who is currently stronger than another magic but that has nothing to do with their talent.

Of course, this masterpiece only invoked a satisfied nod after the ego had been stroked. Artists are always only truly recognized once they die, sadly I have not died a second time yet. Although I am not sure whether these people would share the same interest and understanding of art as humans have.

Although the focus on depicting the specific Gods would surely be a common pattern. But none of them would accept the other form to be art. Especially the religious hardliner, they would just declare this as a heretic work and destroy it to keep up the glory of their God.

This may be nothing more than pure speculation at this point, but it does seem very feasible the more I get to interact with these players. Truth be told, whether they are uncultured swine or deeply touched by such works is as important to me as actually reading terms and conditions of software.

It was just a pitiful attempt to learn more about the present culture by trying to draw parallels to experiences I have made in my former world. Even the most complicated constructions could be solved by trying to understand and explain the smallest puzzle piece.

Although it seemed like I lacked the brainpower to draw some good conclusions out of the limited scope of knowledge. So why do I fail a task, which any newborn can adapt to? Do Babies learn from instinct or from spectating their surroundings?

What do they perceive what I miss out on? I wanted to delve deeper into this train of thought but the merciless questioning from the famous CallMeDaddy continued. If every player had that level of tenacity I would not be sitting here.

” What is your favourite food?” Why would anyone want to know this about me? The strongest human you will ever see and you ask him for his diet? How am I supposed to answer this? I absolutely adore a salami pizza. but I am certain that no ones know what a pizza is in the first place.

” I feast on the tears of my enemy” with a beaming smile I wondered exactly how that words came across. Let me just hope, that the Observer has enough situational awareness to not translate it word for word. Just to make sure I will add some words so that the situation gets cleared up.

” Of course I am joking, I prefer the meat of very strong monsters.” My words had not caused the outrage I had feared to come and I could continue the interview without having to fear for my life.

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Yet the next wave of questions left me wondering if the interviewer had run out of topics to ask me about. From my favourite drink to my favourite method to pass the time to questions about what I think about my appearance and how it feels like to be human.

Those were answered to the best of my knowledge and it did not seem like any of it disappointed as everyone present was quite happy.

But still, I would have thought that there would be a bigger curiosity about my persona. What is your purpose, where do you come from? What are your plans? How can you be beaten? Instead, it was just basic questions, which seem unnecessary to know.

If they tick that way and prefer stuff like that over facts, then so be it. There is still the possibility, that their words are changed by the Observer so that I myself do not get to hear their questions. The mere thought off that possibility makes everything so much more thrilling.

Theoretically, which words am I not allowed to hear, even if I can not do everything to free myself from this state? Do these words possess such a value, that not even my Tennant is willing to let me in on them? Would this mean that the Observer and this old fogey are in cahoots?

Although it was only a theory. the mere thought alone was really entertaining to me. It might be nothing more than a delusion, a fever dream but at least life would never be truly boring this way.

” Let us make a short break so that our dear guest can relax a bit”

I gave him a short bow before going out of the picture and started to do push-ups again. In the meantime, CallMeDaddy and his team walked around and started to interview Tom and the odd fellows that follow my training and my teaching.

As I heard a deafening scream defending martial arts, I nodded in satisfaction and chuckled. I was proven correct, giving them my moral preaching was the right call. In the end, these mindless antics were nothing more than simple entertainment.

I would never amount to anything more than a minuscule part in their lives and someday I will be nothing more than a faint memory. Both worlds, both forgotten. Why should I tell myself that everything is going to be fine if it will never be? Why should I please my hurt feelings only to cause more?

I have enough emotional baggage, to begin with. I do not wish to be vulnerable like this again because getting hurt is inevitable for me. This was a lesson life has taught me over and over again. Placing trust in other people is impossible when I have never even learned to trust myself.

Here I am getting a melancholic trying to rationalize by the things that are on my mind, seems like I will never be able to get rid of this habit. Time to intensify the training once again. Just by thinking about different stuff I can stop myself from moping so much.

Looking back at my arrival in this world things really do have changed. For example, I would never have dreamed about being able to push-ups while I do a handstand. I saw things, that common sense would declare as witchcraft. Which it arguably is but I still do not accept explanations like Gods grace that easily.

I have suffered pain I never thought possible and fought against people to the bitter end, had an ant army and have become something truly strange. From the Observer to the entity which fused with me, everything truly is magical.

All of this was something I never could have expected to happen after my early departure from Earth. Although I like to drown in my own misery, all of this is something I would not give up on. Come to think of it I truly whine quite a lot regarding my future. Being clear-headed like this does not happen often to me.

There is always something weighing on my mind, that I just can not accept. Ignorance truly is bliss, regardless of what the future might bring I should try to enjoy every last bit of it.”

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CallMeDaddy could not be any happier, he was the one who had an interview with Moirai. THE MOIRAI. So many had been interested in this NPC and he had managed to have him answer his questions.

All of his team shared his enthusiasm as they all had prepared countless questions. After they finally met Moirai in person they suddenly felt as if they had not prepared enough. The Moirai in front of them was entirely different as the rumours around him suggested.

He was not nearly as bloodthirsty and unforgiving as people imagined him to be. By talking to him CallMeDaddy realized that this NPC was not a monster and oddly similar to any normal person he had interviewed. He marvelled at the magical development that could mimic intelligent life to this degree.

All of the answers it gave were unique and unconventional. For the audience, it was interesting to see how a human would think. In their eyes, it was just a mythical creature which had been extinct for a long time and nobody had any clear image of them.

What were they eating, what were they doing in their free time, what were their dreams and aspirations? So many questions could now be answered and he CallMeDaddy was the one to ask them.

Insanely proud for this achievement he already began to dream about the recognition he would receive in the future after this accomplishment. Despite the imminent fame, he did not forget about his team after his initial success. Without them, all of this would not have been possible.

Letting them share some of the spotlights was the least he could do to repay them. Besides interviewing the less significant players is beneath him. While they were busy keeping the crowd entertained CallMeDaddy began to reassess his approach to Moirai and thought about the topic he should focus on next.

While CallMeDaddy was contemplating he did not notice that had approached Moirai and begun to strike up a conversation. This did not last long before Moirai was handed something, which he promptly swallowed.

Which caused the person, who gave him the mysterious object to stare at him dumbfounded before turning around and scurrying away. Moirai just had a big grin on his face, which disappeared as fast as it had appeared.

It was unknown what he was currently thinking but his team member appeared to be elated after leaving Moirais sight. When he came back to the rest of his team a big smile bloomed on his face as if he had been freed of a burden.

With a gloating smile, he turned around to see the expression of Moirai, who just waved in return. This little exchange left the previous happy player dumbfounded and he ran back to Moirai. Shortly after Moirai was handed yet another mysterious object which he swallowed without any hesitation.

This time around did the person not leave Moirai and waited patiently for something only to be disappointed once again. This process repeated a few times until the person was getting more and more desperate.

He grew more and more agitated as the event which he was waiting for did not occur after such a long time. A gaze full disbelief was aimed at Moirai, who just casually continued to do the exercise, unperturbed by his surroundings.

The player began to fanatically communicate with someone else and was going up and down until the answer finally came.

The player ran outside of the city and returned minutes later carrying a lot of different objects. He brought those in front of Moirai with newfound determination.

Moirai on the other hand just grabbed them piece by piece and swallowed them under the pressuring glance of the player.

After the deed had been done nothing happened much to the dismay of the shocked onlooker. With shaking hands, he tried to rub his eyes doubting whether he did not imagine that was occurring right in front of him.

Yet the result was still the same no matter how hard or how long he had rubbed his eyes for. The previous nervousness returned tenfold as he even began to perspire heavily. He wanted to scream at the NPC sitting right in front of him showing next to no reaction at all.

Breathing heavily he came to the conclusion that he had to spare no effort and even if he would be bleeding heavily for spending his trump card he had no other choice because the alternative was that much worse.

With a heavy sigh, he took out something from his inventory and gave it Moirai. Watching his heartache, he turned around and could not bear watching as it disappeared in the mouth of that hateful NPC.

But finally, after numerous spilt tears, the item had finally caused the desired effect. The system finally confirmed the status change he had hoped for so long. [Absolute Truth applied] was a heaven-sent signal.

Moirai himself did not notice that anything had changed and he just resumed to do pushups without any worry in the world. With a grin on his face, he had eaten everything, the other person had given him.

Only a few people knew, that this grin was not one of a good kind. The ants that crawled out behind him went unnoticed as everyone was preoccupied with something else. The purpose of those ants was unknown but it would not be a good one.

Regardless it would go over their heads anyway.