Kneeling on the blood-stained marble, watching the massacre unfold below, Lucian felt his blood boil. He gritted his teeth, unable to stop his mind from lashing out at the one thing that was supposed to keep him alive.
Why the fuck is this apocalypse happning?!I have a thirty-day fate correction hold! So why?.... You're supposed to manipulate probability, so do something system!
[ You poor soul. Fate Correction is working exactly as intended. Your base Luck and Fate Resistance are the only reasons your head didn't instantly pop the second you looked at the void, understand this since death is a certainty, fighting back gives you a 0.001% higher chance of surviving than crying on the floor. Stop whining and get up ]
Lucian let out a trembling breath.
Grabbing the broken stone railing and pulling his shaking body back to his feet he thought.
