Dusk City, the Grand Library, underground fifth level.
All kinds of pipes and cables were distributed and tangled throughout this place, like blood vessels and nerves in a gigantic body. They converged on the iron-black metal platform at the center, creating a style reminiscent of a steel-and-flesh cradle.
A figure with an extremely weak aura lay on the cradle. His face was strange. He looked like he was in his thirties, yet appeared extraordinarily old. Judging by an ordinary person's physical characteristics, people would even believe he was in his seventies or eighties.
Several Sun Scholars from the library surrounded him, prolonging his life by various means. Fortunately, this was the Grand Library of the Sun Faction. No other faction in this world could prolong his life by even half a second.
The four Sun Scholars surrounding him were all scholars who had inherited a great number of healing-type "Sun Miracles" from the Sun God Clan. In terms of prolonging life alone, these four's faction ranked among the top three in the entire Void myriad realms.
This man's name was Ashvis, though more people called him Ashvis, the Hand of Fate. Ashvis came from the Star Realm, one of the few great worlds in the myriad realms that was only inferior to the Transcendence Realm. In addition, he came from a prominent family, so his talent in the Fate system had not been buried.
Unlike the other geniuses in his family, Ashvis had understood one thing from a young age: the bird that sticks its head out gets shot. Thus, he had never taken the initiative to reveal his abilities. Instead, he secretly helped his family divine their fortunes, predict dangers, and so on. As time passed, even the clan leader, who was of his great-grandfather's generation, had come to