Chapter 123: Mocking Fate with Death

The first time, the original owner of the body had been killed by wandering thieves on the streets late at night while trying to earn extra rush fees. That directly led to the arrival of his soul from another world.

For some unknown reason, the Black Hand behind everything had seemingly failed to save the original owner that time.

The second time was on the shallows of Copper Creek Forest, when he had been pierced through the chest by a Goblin Brute’s stone spear while protecting Damian.

The third time was just now, when he had chosen to activate his dragon form and exchange blows with Buck at the very limit, forcibly enduring that fatal poisoned blade.

If his guess was correct, then it should have been these three special death experiences.

Otherwise, he simply could not think of any other way, aside from complete death and reset, that could forcibly break free from the terrifying methods used by that horrible Black Hand to manipulate fate.

Especially tonight.

If this extreme exchange resulting in death had not accidentally allowed him to touch the hidden information stream of the Fate Jester, then at his current stage, it would have been impossible for him to discover something so spine-chilling.

Following this train of thought, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through Lance’s mind.

He remembered another fatal blind spot that he had long overlooked.

Ever since the system had fully loaded, he had never once doubted one thing.

Even if he was a transmigrator from another world and should logically possess one additional talent compared to ordinary people of this world—

He had never seriously questioned why both of his talents were red-grade abilities symbolizing Mythical Quality.

If his death by electrocution on Earth and the rebirth of his soul in another world perfectly matched the resurrection traits of the Ouroboros Ring—

Then Hvergelmir’s Surge, the talent that granted limitless stamina, absolutely belonged to the original owner of this body.

The original owner had clearly just been an ordinary person living in a border town, yet he possessed a Mythical-grade talent.

That alone proved how extraordinary the original owner truly was.

Lance lowered his head and let out a self-mocking laugh.

He was mocking the arrogance that came from being a transmigrator.

But then again, if today’s worldview-shattering event had never occurred, who in their right mind would proactively suspect that their own extraordinary talent was abnormal?

Everyone would only accept it as the natural protagonist halo.

Lance restrained his self-mocking emotions and continued reading the final lines displayed across his retina.

【4. Restriction Conditions: Fate Jester provides no attribute growth, cannot be used as a Main Class advancement, and is unaffected by Soul Wear when used as a Secondary Class】

【5. Legacy Requirement: I Successfully Resisted Death (Completed)】

（Only a madman who mocks fate through death may be crowned here.）

（Greetings, my successor. — Balthazar）

Looking at those brief messages, Lance could feel the blood within his body faintly heating up.

If things had continued according to the original trajectory of that impoverished youth’s life, then perhaps he would never have escaped the manipulations of the person behind the scenes, eventually becoming nothing more than a pitiful Marionette.

But now, everything was different.

Simply relying on the death rewind of the Ouroboros Ring had already begun tearing apart that invisible Web of Fate.

And what if the system was added into the equation?

Through the system’s utterly unreasonable mechanics, he could continuously hunt all kinds of magical beasts and endlessly stack Extraordinary talents, Legendary talents, and even Mythical talents onto himself.

With this terrifying snowball-like growth speed—

Perhaps before the Black Hand behind the scenes truly noticed anything abnormal, he would have already secretly grown into a monstrous existence that even the other party could no longer ignore.

At that point, perhaps that would be the true best moment to overturn the chessboard and begin his revenge.

For others, the conditions of the Fate Jester were unimaginably harsh.

But fortunately, he had already basically fulfilled them.

Attributes could be rapidly solved through farming monster talents.

Only the Main Class restriction remained.

He needed to advance into the Pale Sentinel as quickly as possible. Only then could he become a Fate Jester at the fastest speed.

Just from the class name alone, one could tell it was a class meant to help oppose fate itself. It could even be described as a specialized counter-class against the person behind the scenes.

And merely by referencing the wildly arrogant aura left behind by the previous inheritor—

Mocking fate through death.

A complete and utter madman.

That alone already showed this class definitely would not be weak.

Lance slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, there was no trace of panic left within those eyes.

Only coldness remained.

Then the corners of his mouth curled upward into a silent smile.

No matter what kind of thing you are.

Whether you are a lofty God, a demon lurking within the abyss, or some self-righteous bastard in this world who believes themselves to be a chess player—

Then you had better pray properly every single night.

Pray that the threads of fate you tied onto me back then are sturdy enough.

Because once I recover my footing, I will absolutely climb upward along those damned threads bit by bit, and tear your noble heads apart together with the rotten script you wrote.

At the same time, Lance found himself becoming even more interested in this vast world.

Those countless Legacies hidden within the fog of history, those Curious Objects of Fire Theft capable of interfering with the laws of reality, and this unknown power capable of manipulating fate—

All of it held irresistible attraction for him, a visitor from another world.

……

Meanwhile, Cecilia still had no idea just how massive of a shock her Senior had experienced tonight.

The Half-Elf girl’s current condition looked extremely strange.

Her eyes seemed to spin with dizzying spiral patterns, and her entire body looked absent-minded as she allowed her roommate Yuna to hold onto her arm while the two walked back toward their room.

During the hour that had just passed—

Sylvester, the leading instructor from Violet Academy, had gathered all the interns together.

That person in charge had officially announced the core internship content for the upcoming period during the meeting.

In order to cooperate with the Adventurers’ Guild in clearing out those mana radiation zones, every internship party would have to leave behind the safety of the town and begin spending nights inside the dangerous Copper Creek Forest.

Ever since attending that brief gathering, Cecilia’s mind had been completely occupied by several words.

Late night, forest, two people, spending the night together.

Those words seemed to possess magical power as they repeatedly collided within her head.

Yuna, who walked beside her, failed to notice anything unusual about her friend.

She was currently rubbing her arm while loudly complaining that the wilderness at night would definitely be filled with annoying insects, and that there was absolutely no way anyone could sleep peacefully.

Meanwhile, Cecilia apparently imagined some outrageous scene in her head, because the pointed ears hidden beneath her hair had already turned so red that they looked ready to drip blood.