In fact, as a young man with an unconventional mind, Fu Qian rarely indulged in fantasies of being a Chosen One.
In his view, the idea of making yourself the center of the world was both boring and stupid.
At most, anyone could be the center of their own world. Plenty of people couldn't even manage that.
One benefit of this mindset was that Fu Qian rarely expected to get something for nothing. When something seemed to fall into his lap, his first thought was that there had to be a catch.
For example, if a beautiful woman suddenly ran up to him on the street and kissed him, his first thought would never be that he was irresistible. It would be, Had she just eaten shit?
So, faced with this Chosen One situation, he was more wary than ever.
Of course, Father Duchess did seem genuinely excited. She had practically rushed to bring him outside.
A sizable crowd had already gathered.
After the priest announced the results of the verification with great passion, the crowd erupted.
As an auspicious sign, Fu Qian saw undisguised envy in the eyes of the onlookers.
If everything the priest had said was true, then in this place, becoming a member of a Sequence really was the only way to feel safe.
After all, no one wanted to wake up one morning and have to face that bunch of corpse collectors!
That brought him back to the same question.
Fu Qian glanced at the priest and the Duchess beside him.
Did these people really not care how he had gotten out?
He was a beacon of hope now, so even if they discovered something was wrong, it probably wouldn't matter much.
Still, it was a little strange that they hadn't even asked.
Just then,