Inside the abyss, within Sarko's palace, the gamble between Daniel and Sarko had already been played out over a thousand times.
And in every single attempt, without exception, Daniel emerged victorious.
Perhaps it was because of his luck. This time, Daniel did not even need to use Time Stream, yet he still claimed victory without effort.
His Luck Value had reached an incredible height of eleven points, pushing his fortune into a realm that no longer made sense.
Even among the devotees of the Goddess of Luck, Luke, not a single one had ever exceeded ten points of luck. Daniel had crossed into a place no one had touched before.
It was as if the world itself bent toward him. More and more, he felt that his life had drifted toward the absurd, toward something like wish-fulfillment.
No matter how improbable, events unfolded in his favor. Even the rarest possibilities still occurred, as though fate had already been written with him at the center.
