"Fuck it."
I muttered under my breath, hands shoved deep into my pockets as I walked down the quiet hallway toward my dorm.
My steps were slow, but not because I was tired. My mind was racing—spiraling.
The news about the midterms being moved up... it wasn't just some small shift in scheduling. It was proof. Concrete proof that my interference was throwing the entire game-world off its original track.
And it wasn't just one change.
'My actions have altered the future far more than I expected…'
I had known it might happen. Tampering with events, saving people who were meant to die, befriending characters who originally had no role at this stage… But this?
This was the kind of shit that set off chain reactions.
Butterfly effect.
A concept simple in theory—dangerous in application. A single flap of wings on one end of the world could cause a storm on the other. That's what they said.
