"I probably hadn't seen a Lucky Scroll in over a hundred years. The last time was at Sky Auction." Falina's eyes flashed with intoxication as she sighed. "I have to say, every time I see a Lucky Scroll, I feel a sensory shock. Today was no exception. It's just a pity..."
Falina paused and let out a sigh. "It's a pity there are so few Lucky Scrolls left in existence, and they can't be replicated. Besides, the luck they sustain lasts far too briefly. Otherwise, they would be even more useful."
"I think it's a good thing that so few Lucky Scrolls remain." At that moment, Lien suddenly spoke. "Luck itself is an unknowable force. I even doubt whether it can truly be considered a type of power that can be investigated."
"If luck could truly be manipulated, then what came next would inevitably be the abuse of luck. When that time came, even the most ancient and enduring civilizations would likely meet the fate of a great building about to collapse."
What Lien said actually reflected a conflict of ideas within the Wizarding World: choosing and being chosen.
Choice represented the unknown road ahead—the so-called variables. Being chosen, meanwhile, was a kind of destiny. Being born human was being chosen; having one's bones buried after death was also being chosen.
The power of the Lucky Scroll buried your countless rights to choose and left you only with the so-called "good" choices. That, too, was a form of being chosen.
Used occasionally, it could become a beacon adorning a brilliant civilization.
But if it were abused, the foundations of civilization themselves would begin to shake. Luck merely collapsed certain bad possibilities; it did not mean it increased good possibilities or pushed things toward a better future.
Many times, dangerous choices—even