Collage life is one of most random time. Yesterday you may be ambitious person who aim high paying job when graduate, today you're someone who enjoy partying and only want booze, tomorrow.... Waking up on totally different world.
"My head, it hurts. Damn.... How many bottles I drunk last night..."
Carl groggily opened his eyes, wincing at the piercing light that stabbed through his brain. His head throbbed with a massive headache, and his stomach churned with a hangover. He vaguely remembered the great party he'd attended the night before, but the details were fuzzy.
"Oh shit... I have class at eight o'clock, I need to be quick."
As he sat up, he realized that something was off. The bed wasn't his, and the room was unfamiliar. He looked around, taking in the ornate furniture and the old-fashioned clothes that hung in the closet. Where was he?
Carl stumbled out of bed and staggered to the window. When he pulled back the curtain, he was shocked to see horse-drawn carriages rattling down the street, and people in Victorian era clothing walking along the sidewalks.
"What the...?"
Just then, a soft knock came at the door. "Come in," Carl called out, hoping that whoever it was could provide some answers.
The door opened, and a young woman in a long, flowing maid-dress entered the room. She have silver hair, beautiful face, pointed ears- wait, pointed ears? I must be still drunk. Carl think.
"Good morning, sir," she said, curtsying. "I trust you're feeling unwell?"
Carl stared at her, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "Where am I?"
The woman looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You're in Saint Kait City, sir," she replied. "At the estate of Lord Harrington."
Carl's mind reeled. Saint Kait City? Lord Harrington? What was going on?
But before he could ask any more questions, the woman added, "Would you like some breakfast, sir? I can have it brought up to your room."
Carl hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Maybe some food would help clear his head and figure out what was going on.
As the woman left to order his breakfast, Carl sat down on the bed, trying to process everything. He was in a different world, one that seemed to be from the 19th century. The girl is kinda like and elf. And yet, he could communicate with her perfectly.
As Carl sat on the bed, waiting for his breakfast to arrive, he couldn't help but think about how he'd gotten here. He had no memory of traveling to this place, and yet, here he was.
Just then, the door opened, and the young woman from earlier entered with a tray of food. "Your breakfast, sir," she said, setting the tray down on a nearby table.
Carl's stomach growled at the sight of the food, and he quickly got up to investigate. There was a plate of eggs, chess, and toast, as well as a steaming cup of coffee.
"Thank you," Carl said, taking a seat at the table.
The young woman curtsied and turned to leave. "If you need anything, sir, just ring the bell."
As Carl ate his breakfast, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Where was he? How had he gotten here? And how was he going to get back home?
Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Carl called out.
The door opened, and a tall, thin man with a stern expression entered. "Good morning, Mr. Carl," he said. "I trust you're feeling well?"
Carl nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you?"
The man bowed. "I am Jenkins, Lord Harrington's butler. I've been instructed to show you to the morning room, where you'll be meeting with Lord Harrington himself."
Carl's heart skipped a beat. What did Lord Harrington want with him? And what was going on in this strange, new world?
"Okay," Carl said, getting up from the table. "Let's go."
As Carl followed Jenkins to the morning room, he couldn't help but notice the subtle glances from the servants they passed in the hallway. Some servant have fur on their body, some of them have pointed ear, there's even someone with wings. They seemed to be sizing him up, and Carl wondered if it was because he was a human.
When they arrived at the morning room, Lord Harrington was already seated at a large, ornate table. He was a tall, slender man with a gaunt face and sunken eyes. His hair was gray and slicked back, revealing a prominent widow's peak.
"Ah, Mr. Carl," Lord Harrington said, his voice low and gravelly. "Thank you for joining me. I trust you're feeling better after your... ordeal?"
Carl nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Yeah, thanks for helping me out. I don't know what happened to me."
Lord Harrington waved a hand dismissively. "You're a human, Mr. Carl. You're a noble in this country."
Carl's eyes narrowed. "Me? Noble?"
"The Fate Theocracy Country is country where human are noble here. This country though not always a safe place, Mr. Carl. South from here are other countries, but they filled with heretics. North from here also filled with Noble Clan that not less dangerous."
Carl's mind was racing. What kind of country was this, where humans were considered nobility and half-bloods served them?
Just then, Jenkins spoke up. "If I may be so bold, milord, Mr. Carl may be wondering why he was brought to your estate specifically."
Lord Harrington nodded. "Ah, yes. Mr. Carl, you see, I have a bit of a... situation on my hands. My wife passed away many years ago, and I have no children to speak of. I been in very long time worried about my successor. Until yesterday night, when you appear out of thin air in front of me. You may the answer of all my prayer."
Carl leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with questions. "So, Lord Harrington, you're saying that I just... showed up here out of thin air?"
Lord Harrington nodded. "Yes, Mr. Carl. It's as if fate itself brought you to my estates. Which brings me to the question... are you a 'Fated'?"
Carl's brow furrowed. "A Fated? What's that?"
Lord Harrington's expression turned serious. "So you must be not then, Mr. Carl, There's people who can do extraordinary things. These individuals are known as 'Fated'. They often possess unique abilities that set them apart from others."
Carl's eyes widened in surprise. "Like Superpower?"
Lord Harrington leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity. " Yes, Mr. Carl."
And then Lord Harrington launched into the explanation about the Wheel of Advancement, its power, and how Carl could summon it.
"Mr. Carl, as a human, us, have the ability to summon the Wheel of Advancement, a Supreme Artifact of Humanity forged by the Fate God itself."
Carl's eyes widened in surprise. "What's the Wheel of Advancement?"
Lord Harrington's expression turned solemn. "It's a powerful artifact that can grant immense power to its user. With the Wheel, one can change the course of fate itself."
Carl's mind reeled as Lord Harrington continued. "To summon the Wheel, you need only chant the ancient incantation: 'Fate of Humanity decided by luck. Individual luck can change the entire race. May the war bring luck upon!'"
Carl hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of him was tempted to summon the Wheel and see what kind of power it held, but another part of him was wary of getting involved in something he didn't fully understand.
"I...I don't know if I should do that," Carl said.
"Just try it. There no harm to summon it."
Carl took a deep breath, focusing his mind on the ancient incantation. "Fate of Humanity decided by luck. Individual luck can change the entire race. May the war bring luck upon!"
As he finished the chant, a brilliant light burst forth in his mind's eye, and the Wheel of Advancement materialized before him. The wheel was divided into three slices, each containing a different blessing.
"Faith Core," Carl read, his mind's eye scanning the first slice. "Flesh Core," the second slice read. "Energy Core," the third slice declared.
Carl's curiosity was piqued. What did each of these blessings entail? He willed the wheel to spin, and it began to rotate rapidly, the slices blurring together.
Finally, the wheel came to a stop, the needle pointing squarely at the "Faith Core" slice. Carl felt a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation. What did this blessing mean for him?
Lord Harrington's voice brought Carl back to the present. "Ah, Mr. Carl, it seems the Wheel of Advancement has chosen the Faith Core for you. This is indeed a rare and precious gift."
Carl's body began to mutate, his cells shifting and rearranging themselves in response to the Faith Core blessing. He felt a searing pain, as if his very soul was being reshaped.
And then, in an instant, the pain vanished. Carl looked down at his hands, marveling at the way they seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy.
Inside his soul, a brilliant core had formed. This was the Faith Core, a concentrated manifestation of his newfound power.