Ray watched in amusement, as if he were watching an old TV serial where the protagonist faced one difficulty after another—yet always emerged victorious in the end.
"It's as if someone is carving fate itself," he murmured.
He narrowed his eyes. Even with a system capable of making him immensely powerful, if he were to face the same trials—those impossible dangers...
There would be absolutely no chance for him to survive.
Ray was certain of it.
Some of those escapes were beyond reason, reliant solely on sheer luck.
But luck might favor you once, twice, even three times...
Could it favor you every time?
If luck always worked, then it wouldn't be called luck anymore.
Fate.
A pre-written destiny, already decided by something—or someone.
Ray wouldn't have believed in fate back in his previous world, but here… everything was different.
But what truly confused him was that he couldn't sense any interference from anything around this man.
