"Mr. Watson, Fate Dice can only originate from the condensation of destiny. Not every unusual die is a Fate Die."
Mr. Mortis pointed this out, but still took the silver die to inspect it. The moment he touched the die containing powerful Blasphemy Elements, however, he shuddered as though electrocuted and hurriedly returned it to Shade.
"Yes."
He looked quite astonished.
"Candidates all have the ability to identify Fate Dice. This truly is one, and I can even feel that I could directly store it in my Serpent's Shedding. But the Seers have always said that destiny cannot be transferred, so Fate Dice cannot be transferred either. Such powerful misfortune... this is simply condensed misfortune. I cannot imagine what kind of bad luck throwing this die would bring upon its owner."
He did not understand, but as Shade looked at the die, he did.
"This is a token given to me by some existence. I see. Using transferable destiny as a gift to arrange a meeting with me... that person is truly polite. Is everyone in the destiny line of work this refined?"
"May I ask, this die is...?"
Mr. Mortis asked hesitantly, and Shade told him the truth. After all, this method could not be replicated.
"It was given to me by the evil god, Mr. Misfortune."
Mr. Mortis immediately looked as though he regretted asking. Shade put away the silver die.
"Do not worry. Even an evil god cannot casually give such dice to their Believers. This is the stage built by Lord of the Ring. Everything needs destiny to support it. A die of destiny in exchange for that appointment—quite fair, really."
Shade even wondered inwardly:
*This is a 20-sided Die, practically equivalent to participating in an important act at the bare minimum. Though its role in