The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is Mga Nobela at Kwento

The world under my feet just feels like it has tilted. No.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

And the world would never be the same. Not now, not ever.

I hold the black ball in my consciousness and squeeze it hard. "W-what are you doing? How can you hold me?! Let me go!" that so-called system says. "No. After giving me that piece of shit, you've lost your right to reason me" I put all my frustrations into squeezing him, hoping it can lessen the nervousness I'm feeling right now. "Why is this world's level unknown?" It stays silent like a damn stuffed toy before it said, "The question is beyond the system's knowledge. I beg for your understanding." I already guess it to say something like that

" Chase, you're taking this the wrong way." " Yeah? For what it's worth, professor, I'm not a child. I'm pretty sure you know that." Goddamnit. " I'm sorry, Chase. This isn't what you think it is. I just need to think about this." " Okay." Chase answers absently. " I hear you."

and manly. "What is wrong with me??"

BERTHA There are two types of people in this world. There are the people who think there's a difference between good and bad and then those who know that there is no such thing. The world isn't black and white. It is a whole array of colors and even murder can be justified when the perpetrator is a sweet talker. When he tells you his reasons. My mother has raised me this way, these words have resounded in me my whole life. There is no good and there is no bad. Which is why one must always take what they want in this life because the only thing that's constant is change…and it isn't often pleasing.

Or maybe the realm laughs for it—high, sharp, splitting the horizon like thunder on steel. “Still clinging to your broken tether? Do you not feel the hollow where it burned out?” My stomach twists. Because I do feel it. Gods, I feel nothing else. But I don’t look away. “You want me. Not him.” The mirrored thing tilts its head again, and I swear the suns flicker when it speaks: “We do not want. We correct. And you, little fracture, are the greatest error this world has ever made.” The glass at its feet blossoms into spikes.

This world is so cruel. ***

What the fuck is wrong with me? ------