This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 739 - 615: Another Perspective on Fate_2

Chapter 739: Chapter 615: Another Perspective on Fate_2

"The difference between a Diviner Mage and other prey," he said, "is that you can see the cocoon on your body, which makes you even more desperate."

"What do we have left under such mighty power?"

For countless years, the last cries of those who died under prophecy filled Harvey’s mind. The efforts of generation after generation ended up with no difference at all.

Fate, as always, was cruel and precise.

No one could defy it, no one could escape it.

If the world was so cruel, why let them see, why let them know, and why let them be born at all.

These questions filled Harvey’s soul, threatening to drown his consciousness.

It was the first time he had so clearly experienced how desperate his predecessors were, how painful the path of a Diviner Mage was.

Yet, Harvey did not sink into despair.

Because Amberser had already asked him this question.

"If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do?" That’s how Amberser had put it.

Harvey’s answer was simple: he would read more books while he still had the time.

Beyond that, Harvey would not struggle; he would calmly accept his death.

Harvey was not just saying nice words; he was absolutely sincere.

The hardships of the past had shaped him into who he was today, and the Goddess of Fate had wrested him from Dimogorgen’s control, allowing him to live freely up to this point. In Harvey’s view, he had already gained more than he deserved.

Perhaps there were occasional resentments, but overall, Harvey was very satisfied with his life.

An orphan with no background at all, he had witnessed so much wonder—what was there to complain about?

Most orphans like him died namelessly by the roadside, probably without even the qualifications to descend into Hell, and simply vanished into oblivion.

Harvey did not fear death, so he did not feel despair about the end coming; listening to these predecessors’ voices, he just felt it was a great pity.

These Diviner Mages must have been once favored children of heaven, influential figures who swayed the world. Their wisdom and efforts might have far exceeded his own, but all methods of fighting against fate had failed.

If so, why should he resist?

He just needed to keep doing what he was supposed to do until that future arrived.

Harvey made no resistance, letting the threads of fate wrap him tighter, not struggling even if it suffocated him.

Soon, the noise in his mind vanished, perhaps because the lingering wills of his predecessors despised this lackluster successor and could not bother to share their pain with him anymore.

And when these voices disappeared, only Harvey’s own voice remained in his mind.

He lay peacefully here; during his earlier frantic attempts to escape, he hadn’t noticed how comfortable this place was. After accepting his own weakness, the cocoon binding him had become a comfortable bedding.

Perhaps in the next second, someone would break the cocoon and devour him, but at least at this moment, Harvey was safe.

The only thing that was regrettable was the lack of books; if he could have a few ancient texts he hadn’t managed to finish reading, that would have been perfect.

In this quiet and peaceful environment, Harvey’s perception increased significantly. The threads of fate wrapped around his body seemed not to be unchanging.

As the cocoon’s outer layers intertwined and thickened, the inside was slowly disintegrating.

The tighter the threads wrapped around Harvey, the faster they dissolved.

Harvey pondered for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Even if I do nothing, the connections with everything originally would still change, because while I am stationary, the world moves. Ah, why didn’t I think of this angle before?"

Harvey sensed carefully again and, as he said, the net of fate was not woven just for him; the threads of fate had no end and no center, linking many planes and all things together, constantly changing.

The more he struggled, the deeper the entanglement, but when Harvey gave up struggling, many of the threads that had bound him disappeared due to the demise of the other ends.

Just like initially with Dimogorgen.

This should have been a noose tightly bound around the throat, but now it had loosened and even vanished, and Harvey hadn’t done much himself.

Or when he recklessly charged towards Amberser’s castle, Harvey was merely a little apprentice being dragged along. Had he done anything to oppose Amberser?

He hadn’t. He had simply waited quietly, and then those fatal futures had changed on their own.

Even later, when he saw the prophecy of his death, Harvey chose to accept it, yet in the end, Amberser had saved him.

...

So, was this just mere luck, merely the favor of the Goddess of Fate?

Harvey subconsciously shook his head. He remembered that Amberser had earnestly warned him, the Goddess of Fate disliked people who relied solely on fate the most, and Diviner Mages who decided every action through divination died the quickest.

Fate wouldn’t let you off, but it wouldn’t accept you blandly playing out the script either.

There is a middle value between giving up and struggling, a standard that few Diviner Mages could grasp.

Harvey’s thoughts spread out, searching for the other end of the tangled threads and then quietly sensing the self-destruction of these critical nodes.

It was like witnessing the destruction of an entire galaxy.

At that moment, Harvey’s understanding of fate seemed to reach a new height.

To see fate, accept fate... doing nothing at all didn’t mean one couldn’t affect anything; on the contrary, if one could clearly see the right timing, doing nothing could actually avoid those desperate futures.

Dice of Destiny, threads of fate, and the incantation to make fate forget him... all the knowledge left to him by the three elders converged at this moment, opening another door of destiny for Harvey.

Harvey’s soul seemed to open a void, a huge energy deficit made him feel empty and hungry. He needed more energy to sustain this deduction.

He felt he was about to break through to a new realm, but his energy was insufficient.

While Harvey was nearly upgrading on this end, outside by the furnace, Hircine and Bayer, the two Deities, were almost infuriated to death.

Just now, the furnace’s repair progress had reached 70%, although it took hundreds of thousands of Soul Currencies, making Bayer grit his teeth in pain.

This amount of money wouldn’t cripple him, but in Bayer’s view, he had been tricked by Hircine, purely losing out. To a Devil, owing a loss-making contract was more painful than a stab wound.

Hircine was also embarrassed; He truly hadn’t intended to trick Bayer, He was only there to save Harvey, which led to this unexpected situation. What happened to Devils knowing souls the best? Bayer’s assumptions were off by hundreds of times; could this crime be blamed on Him?

But what was even more outrageous followed; the completion level that was just at 70% started to plummet crazily, dropping all the way to 18%.

This breach in defense for Bayer was unheard of; repairing a soul was not supposed to reverse.

"Damn liar, this must be your illusion technique, right?"

Bayer’s only guess now was that Hircine had used His power to create a realistic Illusion Realm; this guy must have been sent by Zariel to trick him.

Hircine quickly said, "No, this has absolutely nothing to do with me! I can swear on Aeo!"

"Who would trust an oath from the Prince of Lies?!"

Bayer angrily swung his sword, splitting Hircine’s avatar in half.

Once again Bayer’s main body, Hircine’s Puppet was just a manifestation with a little bit of power, entirely without any ability to resist.

Chopped and still not enough, Bayer angrily mashed the not yet completely dead Hircine into a ball and threw it directly into the furnace.

"I want to see what exactly you’re burning in there! Let those hundreds of thousands of Soul Currencies act as a funeral offering!"

The soul of Hircine’s avatar was forcibly stuffed into the furnace, along with the Divine Power provided as nourishment for Harvey.

A Deity’s avatar was naturally extraordinary; the reading on the furnace immediately began to soar, quickly reaching 100%.

This meant, no matter what was burning inside the furnace, it was now time for the repairs to be completed.