Daisy felt she was just right—not so weak that she couldn't see the Threads of Fate, nor so strong that she couldn't make changes. That was right; what she wanted was change, not recklessly cutting fate apart with a single stroke.
One slash—my fate is mine, not Heaven's. It still felt exhilarating just thinking about it, but it wasn't realistic!
If she broke free from the system of fate, was she going to do something earth-shattering? With her lazy personality, there was really nothing much for her to do. The people who cut off their fate were all sages or demon kings bent on completely overturning the world. She did not have such grand ambitions.
To completely escape fate's control meant freedom, yes, but it also meant losing the protection of the entire world.
Getting hit by a car when she went out, stepping in dog shit while walking, flying out of the atmosphere and getting punched to death by some unknown powerhouse—any of those things could happen. Once you were no longer under fate's jurisdiction, fate naturally would no longer protect you.
Daisy wanted to alter part of her fate, allowing herself to break through the shackles of her own destiny and take another step upward, while still clinging to the system and continuing to enjoy all its benefits...
She did not return to the spaceship. Instead, she found a Skrull planet and sat alone to observe her Threads of Fate.
Her Threads of Fate had initially been utterly ordinary, just like those of any normal person, but they had undergone some changes in recent years.
After the ordinary white came a faint, intermittent pale gold. She guessed that the bloodline of the Eternals had affected her fate, but that influence was not profound in the grand scheme of