Unsung Heroes: The Reluctant Villain’s Manifesto
Let them write their ballads. History is not written by the victors; it is written by the survivors. And I intend to ensure that someone survives what is coming.
They call me the Anachronist. The Breaker of Time. They spit my name like a curse, and in the same breath, they praise the “heroes” who fight to stop me. They are children, playing with forces they do not comprehend. They see a beautiful tapestry and wish to preserve it, frayed edges and all. I see a threadbare cloth, riddled with the stains of plagues, wars, and unspeakable sorrows, and I hold the needle to mend it.
These are my principles. My burden. My manifesto.
I. The Past is a Prison.
You revere history as a sacred text, but you are blind to the chains of its narrative. Every war that was dictates the war that will be. Every injustice left to fester in the past poisons the future. I do not seek to erase history. I seek to… edit it. To cut out the cancerous moments before they metastasize across the timeline. Is it so villainous to pluck a single, poisoned thread from the tapestry to save the whole?
II. A Million for a Billion is Not a Equation of Evil; It is a Equation of Salvation.
The “heroes” scream about the cost. They mourn the village I let burn in the Great Fire of Aethelburg, a tragedy that, yes, I could have prevented. But they do not see the pandemic that fire inadvertently halted by incinerating the carrier. They weep for five hundred souls, but they are silent about the five million who lived because of that sacrifice. My ledger is not measured in single lives, but in the continuity of our species. Can they say the same?
III. Free Will is a Delusion We Can No Longer Afford.
You cling to your “freedom” as your highest ideal, even as you march, lemmings, towards the cliff of your own extinction. Your choices are a chaotic storm, and that storm is heading for a cataclysm my models have mapped with 99.9% certainty. I am not taking your freedom. I am installing guardrails on the precipice. I am giving you the one choice that matters: the choice to continue existing.
IV. I Do Not Take Pleasure in This. I Take Responsibility.
They paint me as a monster, cackling as I twist the timelines. They cannot conceive that my every action is a fresh scar on my own soul. I hear the echoes of the lives I have “un-written.” I see their faces in my dreams. The “hero” sleeps soundly, believing he has saved the day. I lie awake, haunted by the ghosts of futures I have averted, condemned to be the only one who remembers the horrors I have spared them from.
V. The True Villain is Complacency.
The real antagonist in this story is not me. It is the blissful, stubborn ignorance that allows “good” people to see a coming avalanche and do nothing but pray. They are so busy protecting the way things are, they are willing to sacrifice all that could be. I am not destroying your world. I am trying to build you a new one, one that has a chance.
So, let them come. Let the “heroes” with their pure hearts and their short-sighted morals try to stop me. They fight to preserve a timeline singing its own swan song.
I am not the villain.
I am the necessary surgery.
I am the silence after the scream.
I am the one who has looked into the abyss of tomorrow and decided to build a wall against it.
When the last chapter of this age is written, they will not write songs about me. But they will be alive to write songs about something else.
And that… is enough.
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