Fate sounded mysterious when spoken of, but in reality, it was very practical.
Yes, Daisy felt that altering fate was simply an advanced version of Reality Alteration.
The saying that all roads led to Rome was not entirely true. Some people were born in Rome—born lucky. No matter how hard you labored or fought, you could never catch up to them.
Take Set the Serpent God before her. Did he rise to Multiversal Tier through hard work? No. He had been at the peak of the individual level from birth; all he had to do was stir up a little trouble, and he rose.
His own subjective efforts had played very little part in it. Fate had pushed him there—the so-called "when the wind blows, even pigs can fly"!
Daisy's new killing move could not yet sever the fate of a powerhouse like this, but she could temporarily knock him back into the river of fate.
On a level invisible to ordinary mortals, where matter and spirit converged, Daisy and Set the Serpent God stared at one another. One was a field of dazzling stars, the other a seven-headed giant serpent. The next instant, a mass of silver-glowing energy flew from the stars and slashed toward the point where the serpent's seven necks joined.
This was the Sword of Fate. It could not be dodged, defended against, or parried.
The silver light cut into Set's body, only to be stopped after breaking through a single layer of skin.
Daisy curled her lip. Her mastery was still lacking. As an old Multiversal Tier powerhouse, Set's fate nearly ran through the entirety of the Marvel world. Altering it in such haste was truly not easy.
Still, breaking his defenses was enough. She had never planned to kill the Serpent God here.
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