Fate tended to operate in an unfathomable way. It could grant a person a short respite during their time of suffering, only to send them straight to eternal damnation afterwards.
Life, or death? Nobody knew for certain what fate had in store for them.
If he wasn’t willing to take on the risks, he wouldn’t have crushed the skull in the first place.
Nie Yan forcefully calmed his mind and extended his hand over the die. A bountiful reward, or a malignant curse, the final result of his gamble would remain shrouded in mystery until this final die came to a stop.
The Fate Die began to spin and tumble in the air as his unknown fate beckoned to him.
Seeing the die rotating at a dizzying speed, he broke out in a cold sweat. Please… Please don’t let it be a curse!
“Stop!” He felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest.
