"Well, it was just a tiny sum. But anyway, you get the idea." Rhizen spoke.
"But, that doesn't change anything." Grisha retorted, "It's pretty much impossible to protect our world. The only option we have is to push the Coincidental Luck System to Grade 2 and become its Hosts."
"The Coincidental Luck System?" Rhizen laughed all of a sudden, saying, "So, you don't know the truth about it yet."
"I'm the one piloting it for most of the time." Rhizen pointed at himself.
"What?" Compass Carburettor uttered in shock, "What do you mean by piloting it?"
"Are you delusional, Rhizen?" Grisha asked, "Or maybe it has already influenced your memories too much to turn you this foolish?"
"No, it didn't." Rhizen sighed, feeling a mild headache as he looked around, "Let me explain in a few minutes. I need to give a proper funeral for Chenger and Sir Warktor."
