"We were told that a Hero wouldn't be born in a hundred years. So…
…who are you? If you do not give a proper answer, then the Church of Fate shall cleanse you from this world."
Riley still knew absolutely nothing of this world aside from it heavily relying on a black-and-white lens view of nature, literally. The very concept of the world was that good is good, and bad is bad—nothing else, and the system makes sure of that.
The system being a literal Book that decides what one's entire role is in the ecosystem.
It was simple, extremely so—and that is why Riley was learning to slowly like it, no. He had only been here for 2 days, and he already liked it.
And yet why, even though the system already decided it, was there someone approaching him and telling him that the system was wrong? Riley stared at the robed figure for a few moments, staring at him from head to toe before reaching his hand out.
