[You will be relocated to the trial grounds on… 19, 18, 17…]
Seth blinked, the oracle bobbing above his shoulder, he could swear he could feel the oracle trying to give him the "I told you so" impression.
But he ignored it, shifting his gaze back onto the screen before him…
This wasn't an offer that required his consent, it was a fortuitous chance grabbing him by the throat.
One could only imagine how long ago the world had started preparing this chance for him?
All this with barely a fraction of the fortune had been rejected back then…
"Tsk, tsk, meaning as long as I'm on this planet everything will practically bend to my will," he muttered, shaking his head.
Wait, didn't his World Saint title also benefit his family?
He shook his head, stopping himself from going further into contemplation.
He glanced around the room, finding no suitable instrument, he went to the wall, digging his finger through the reinforced concrete to leave a message.
