That feeling. That wrongness. It was THIS. This whole time!
Understanding crashed over him, and with it came pure, incandescent rage.
"I don't want any of this!" he screamed with everything he had. "I don't want whatever this 'Mark of Fate' is that's influencing my life!"
I'm not some toy in someone's grand game! I'm not a puppet!
He shouted again at the top of his lungs, ignoring everything happening around him. The crowd, the woman, the arena—all of it blurred into meaningless background noise.
"I DON'T WANT ANY OF THIS!!! TAKE IT BACK!!!"
He desperately didn't want his life influenced and manipulated by some unknown cosmic power that was systematically making his new life hell.
I just want to live peacefully on my own terms! With Seraphine! Building my harem! Living freely! Is that too much to ask?!
However, everything remained silent—no answer came from whatever entity or force he was trying to reach.
