I Am The Game's Villain

“Well you can see The Apostle of Nihil, maybe.”

He continued walking.

“But I don’t think anyone is going to let you anywhere near the Priestess.”

Tyler’s expression immediately fell.

“Why not?”

Eric didn’t even turn around.

“Because unlike the Saintess and Prophetess, Edenis Raphiel has gone out of its way to keep the Priestess hidden.”

John had already had enough of Tyler’s fantasies.

He moved ahead as well, gently tightening his grip around Amelia’s hand and pulling her along with him.

Amelia smiled at him.

John didn’t need to say anything.

She knew exactly what he was thinking.

Still, perhaps John couldn’t completely blame Tyler for being so fascinated.

The people carrying those titles weren’t simply famous.

They were closer to living legends.

Heroes were already celebrities on a worldwide scale, but the Saintess, Prophetess, Apostle of Lumen, Apostle of Nihil, and Priestess represented something even greater.

They were individuals directly connected to the powers worshipped by billions.

The moment Celeste’s identity as the Prophetess had been revealed, the reaction had been extraordinary.

Her appearance alone had caused an enormous increase in worship surrounding Eden. There was something almost unnatural about the way she looked, especially combined with the divine aura she naturally gave off.

To many people, she didn’t even look like an ordinary human being.

She looked like the physical embodiment of a goddess.

Her reveal had therefore become one of the biggest events the world had seen in years.

And then came the Saintess.

Naturally, her reveal had created another worldwide sensation.

Everyone wanted to see the other woman chosen by Eden.

Everyone wanted to know what she looked like, what kind of person she was, and what kind of power she possessed.

The Priestess, however, was an entirely different matter.

She had been chosen long ago.

Yet Edenis Raphiel had revealed practically nothing about her.

Not even much information about her background.

“Do you think the Priestess is even going to attend the academy?”

Eric lowered his voice as he and John walked a little farther ahead of the others.

John glanced at him.

“Why are you the one asking me that? I’ve nearly forgotten everything about this game already. I barely remember the little I knew in the first place.”

Eric scoffed.

“Don’t act like I remember everything either.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets.

“More than fourteen years have passed since I recovered my memories from Earth. You think even Einstein would remember every single detail after that long?”

John couldn’t really argue with that.

“Didn’t you write down the important events?”

“I did.”

Eric nodded.

“But don’t expect it to be complete. I wrote down what I thought was important at the time. There are plenty of things I probably forgot, and even more that I never bothered recording.”

“That’s fine.”

John shrugged.

“As long as we have something to work with. Besides, we don’t even know if any of it is going to be useful.”

Eric frowned.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“The timeline doesn’t match.”

John’s expression became more serious.

“The Third Game was supposed to happen roughly a year and a few months after the end of the Second Game.”

He glanced ahead.

“But we’re already almost two years past that point.”

Eric’s expression gradually changed as he understood what John meant.

“You’re right. Things might not unfold exactly the same way anymore.”

John sighed.

“Even if we remember what happened in the game, there’s no guarantee that those events are still going to happen in the same order. We’ve already changed too much.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Eric rubbed his chin.

“We’ll just have to see what happens with the first major event.” He shrugged. “If what we remember actually lines up, then we can start trusting the information a little more. But even then…”

He looked toward John.

“We can’t rely entirely on the game.”

“Yeah,” John nodded. “So try to actually be useful this time.”

Eric’s face immediately twisted.

“How many own goals are you planning to score today?”

He snorted.

“I remember how incredibly useful you were during the First Year Game. You spent practically the entire time threatening Alfred.”

“He deserved it.”

“Sure,” Eric grinned.

“And you want to talk about being useful?”

John shot him a look.

“At least I was there later on while you ran away from the Second Game.”

Eric’s expression became more serious.

“I chose my family.”

He glanced toward the people behind them.