Lu PingAn did not believe in fate. He actually despised the notion of things being destined.
However, he did not deny the existence of "the power of fate."
On the contrary, he had even studied and used this power himself.
"Refusing treatment out of fear of illness isn't rational behavior. If you regard it as an invisible operating mechanism, then it's merely a somewhat special variable. Its most unusual aspect is probably just that it bears the name 'fate.'"
Unlike those so-called protagonists who shouted, "My fate is mine, not Heaven's," then charged ahead with their eyes closed, only to become fate's playthings in the end.
Lu PingAn regarded it as a tool, a resource to be exploited. Perhaps that was true blasphemy.
"In my understanding, fate should be the great trend of history shaped by the choices of all living beings, not this malicious manipulation."
Once this world's so-called World's Will had made its presence known, one Outsider developed an intense disgust for it.
He did not hate the notion that good and evil received their due rewards, but he hated selective enforcement even more, and utterly loathed fate's supposed favoritism.
Perhaps this "commission" had been handed to the least suitable executor from the very beginning. Lu Mouren had never been destined to work obediently.
"...That is everything happening in your world. I've explained it as clearly as I possibly could in terms you can understand. Do you understand?"
Facing this "village girl" whose tears had yet to dry, Lu PingAn told her everything.
Clearly, this was completely different from the original plan.
"Y-you mean that I, my people, No. 177 and the others... everyone's fate—being born into lives as slaves and refugees—was all because of our world's... god?"
"Not a god. The world itself. That is not an