�Bored.�Anything interesting?�

By the next morning, 20,000 of Benaford�s surviving citizens had been horribly murdered.

�Forgive me.�love you.�

Tears of blood flowed from Shirone�s eyes as he had been immersed in meditation for 30 hours.

I couldn�t contain my anger any longer.

�no.�I can�t be shaken.��The battle between philanthropy and anger was a tightrope that could destroy her spirit even for a moment.

�Huh�

Blood dripped from her closed eyes, nose, and lips, making her clothes damp.

�Be patient.�I�ll even swallow my anger.��The light of Yahweh began to drip like candle wax.

The Havitz army left Benaford and continued to advance toward the capital of Western Jin and Kashan.

It was a procession without any roughness, but the expression of the Balkan sitting in the military seat was meaningful.

The two dice kept spinning in his hand, and his eyes were indifferent to external stimuli.

�What are you thinking?��Natasha asked, but got no answer.

�12 came out four times in a row.��Vulcan opened his mouth.

�Do you think Harvits received preferential treatment?�

Sumodo and Zetaro expressed interest in whether there was something to understand from his words.

�You mean the dice game last night?�

�okay.�It�s not magic or trickery.�Havits almost died yesterday with a high probability.�

Sumodo said.

�Maybe the world still wants to keep him alive.�

�No, rather the opposite.�

Vulcan thought differently.

�The world doesn�t particularly care about anyone.�It�s a foolish way of thinking if you were chosen because the same number came out several times on the dice.�There are even lower odds than that.�The odds of a single sperm fertilizing an egg are one in billions.�But that doesn�t mean we�re chosen.�

Zetaro grasped the point.

�I feel like I was chosen because the results came out like that.�

�If you think about it, Harvits has always been like that.�So let�s reverse the thinking.�Harvits is not lucky, but because he is still alive, Harvits is justice.

It will work.�

Sumodo said.

�It�s not like a miracle.��Vulcan nodded.

�Havitz could have died yesterday.�And if he�s dead, we�re not even thinking about it now.�Just like that, the history of Harvits would end.�But he lived, and he created a story that would later become part of a legend.� JrNovels.com