The simulation's stark output seared into my mind: "Friend... Warlord... Forced... my friend, Kuma... Good... Ace... Execution." Just fragmented words, yet they painted a brutal picture of my future, or at least a potential future the simulation had unveiled. It was a summary, a series of key events laid bare, leaving me feeling like a passive observer of my own impending destiny. Kuma.
The name resonated with a warmth that surprised me, a feeling the simulation hinted would bloom into a bond as strong as brotherhood. The simulation itself didn't explicitly label him "good," but the way "my friend, Kuma" was presented, coupled with the inherent goodness I sense in people, told me everything I needed to know. He was good. He had to be.
My intuition, honed by years of navigating the complexities of human nature, screamed it to me. The very thought of such a soul being twisted, forced into the shadows – "Warlord... Forced" – ignited a protective fury deep within me, a fierce resolve to alter this grim trajectory the simulation had laid bare for my life, even if it felt like I was reading a predetermined script.
No, I won't let that happen. Not to him. Not to someone who is good. Not to a friend who will be part of my future, even if the simulation doesn't explicitly state his virtue but my gut tells me it's true.
The simulation's blunt assessment of the World Government – "Evil" – confirmed the unease that had been growing within me about the forces shaping my destiny. My instincts had always screamed of their corruption, their self-serving machinations hidden behind a veneer of justice. The potential fate of Kuma, this future friend the simulation foretold would be significant in my life, solidified my nascent opposition to their corrupt reign, even if the simulation presented it as an immutable force. The simulation clearly demonstrated their malevolence.
The more power they hold, the more they corrupt. It's a cycle I need to break. For Kuma, who I know is good. For my own future, even if the simulation implies I'm powerless against it.
Then, another name flashed in my mental summary: "Ace... Execution." A life hanging precariously. Though the simulation offered no direct link between Ace and Kuma within the context of my future, the stark injustice of "Execution" resonated deeply, amplified by the protective instincts now stirring for the good man the future held, the friend I was destined to know. The fact that the simulation highlighted this event in my future summary suggested its significance, another shadow looming over my path, a testament to the World Government's cruelty.
Another innocent caught in their web. It's the same rotten system that will undoubtedly cast shadows over my own path, a path the simulation seems to have already charted. And if they'd execute someone like Ace, it reinforces my belief in Kuma's goodness; good people often become targets of such systems.
My fists clenched instinctively. The simulation wasn't a narrative, just raw, unfiltered facts about what lay ahead for me. But those facts were enough. Kuma, a future brother, facing a forced servitude that would undoubtedly impact my life, according to the simulation, a direct result of the World Government's actions. Ace, staring down an unjust death that spoke volumes about the world I was destined to navigate, a world the simulation had already outlined, a world governed by this corrupt entity. The keywords laid out a future I refused to accept, even if the simulation presented it as a fait accompli.
I don't know you yet, Kuma, but the simulation tells me you'll be my friend, and my own judgment tells me you're good. That's all the confirmation I'll ever need about someone who will be so close to me. They won't take you. They won't force you into darkness that will touch my life, a darkness emanating from the World Government's malevolence. Not if I can help it, even if the simulation suggests otherwise.
My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragmented glimpses of what was to come in my life. I needed to understand the forces at play, even if the simulation offered only a summary and not the intricate details of the World Government's machinations.
I needed to prepare for the challenges the simulation had hinted at, even if it felt like bracing for an inevitable storm. The simulation's terse warning had lit a fire within me, a fierce determination to shield the good man the future held as a friend and to fight against the encroaching shadows it foretold for my own destiny, shadows cast by the World Government's evident corruption, even if the simulation implied a lack of agency on my part.
I choose to retain Spirit attribute.
The first time the simulation ran, detailing a potential end to my journey, it ended with a cold finality. God's knight, an implacable figure of divine authority, struck the killing blow. Death.
That's all there was for me in that future the simulation summarized, a future shaped by the World Government's power. The sheer inevitability of it left a chilling residue, a stark reminder of the forces arrayed against any deviation from the simulated future of my life, a future that felt pre-ordained by the corrupt entity the simulation revealed. It wasn't just a defeat; it was an erasure of my potential, according to the simulation.
I refused to accept that as my predetermined end, even if the simulation presented it as such, a future under the thumb of such a corrupt entity. Such an ending, so absolute and unyielding, felt like a fundamental flaw in the very fabric of possibility for my future. I ran the simulation again, deliberately keeping everything the same.
I wanted to see if the increased Spirit, now surging beyond a thousand, would make a difference in my survival, even if the simulation seemed to suggest the knight was an insurmountable obstacle in my path, an obstacle likely empowered by the World Government's influence. It did, in a way. The outcome was still my death at the hands of that relentless knight, but this time, half of his brethren fell before my final breath.
A small victory, perhaps? But still death for me in this summarized future, a future where the World Government's corruption ultimately prevails. The taste of even a partial triumph was bittersweet, a fleeting moment of defiance swallowed by the ultimate failure of my simulated self. The simulation showed me the end, a grim consequence of the World Government's corruption, but not the path to change it.
I ran the simulation twice more. Despite my continued death, the best result was that none of God's Knights survived alongside me.
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Host Profile
Simulation Points: 0
Name: Lazarus
Marine's Rank: Vice Admiral
Attributes: Endurance 754, Strength 831, Agility 720, Spirit 1002.
Abilities: Bubble-bubble fruit (Master), Haki: Observation Haki (Novice) and Armament Haki (Legendary), Supreme King Haki (locked)
Battle Skills: Sniper (Expert), Six Styles: Moonwalk (Novice) and Finger Pistol (Novice), Hand-to-hand combat (Intermediate)
After reviewing my profile, I've discovered I possess Supreme King Haki, indicated by my spirit exceeding 1000. However, it remains locked, and training with Garp is necessary to unlock it.