It was said that the sum total of one's choices and experiences made up who they were.
But in the case of the one who had been known as the Overseer for over seventeen thousand years…this was definitely not the case.
It had been born on the Mainland, long, long ago, and it had already lived for thousands of years before the time came when it was chased out.
By then…it had already turned into how it was now: driven by a singular emotion which did not let up, no matter what, and this was the reason behind it succeeding in existing for so long, even though many would either go mad or give up if they had to do the same thing.
It had no gender. No bias. No weakness. And most importantly…it was in no hurry, which was what allowed it to plan with timespans of thousands of years.
Next 2 chaps to end the arc are also ready, but I didn't know when this would appear, so I didn't post em...after I wake up, if it's there, I'll post em, but hey, at least there's no cliff!(and if its not visible, the programmers in WN are gonna get their ears chewn off)
Meanwhile, what are your thoughts on immortality? And can you guess what happens next? Lemme know in the comments! Cheers!
And of course...
PLSSS KEEP DUMPIN'! WE'RE FINALLY MAKING OUR WAY BACK, WOOOHOOOO!