Every misfortune, every betrayal, every cruel twist of fate, none of it had been random.
Her power had existed all along.
But it had been manipulated, siphoned away, and disguised as "luck" while being continuously transferred to demons.
No wonder disaster followed her relentlessly.
Hatred flared inside her chest like wildfire.
'What kind of grudge did you hold against me?' she thought fiercely. 'Why destroy me so thoroughly?'
Her breathing grew heavy as she relived the moment of her murder.
The temporal storage sighed.
[As I have told you, such beings do not care about emotions. They care only about themselves. They are selfish to the bone.]
Ivy clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
"I will not take this lying down," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Since that entity dared to steal my luck and talent in my previous life, I will kill him with my own hands in this life."
Silence followed.
Then the temporal storage spoke again.
