Fate was like a river.
That was a metaphor.
In truth, it was quite similar.
Qin Ran had once borrowed the aid of a goddess who presided over the Divine Office of fate to glimpse a small part of the "River of Fate."
Though it had only been a glimpse through a narrow tube, it had been enough to leave a deep impression on Qin Ran.
That "manifestation" of time, space, and coincidence interwoven together had been truly astonishing.
Even Qin Ran, who had always been wary of coincidences, had felt the same.
You might hate it.
But that did not mean it did not exist.
Nor did it mean it was not beautiful.
It was like death.
Everyone feared death, but who could truly escape it?
Even if one struggled bitterly.
In the end, death was still inescapable.
For example, that female Demon Hunter who had been imprisoned for years.
Qin Ran had been thinking over Broker's plan when the old Demon Hunter stopped him.
"Miers has passed away."
Edson informed Qin Ran of the news with a grief-stricken expression.
Qin Ran froze.
He was not particularly familiar with Miers, the female Demon Hunter.
But he had paid close attention to her.
Not only because female Demon Hunters were rare, but also because she had once earned a title.
Combined with Edson's connection to her, Qin Ran had always retained his initial wariness toward her.
There had been no malice in that vigilance.
It was simply a habit.
As time passed, that vigilance would naturally weaken.
Even though he had ignited Divine Fire and possessed Divinity.
Qin Ran's energy was still not limitless.
He could not keep watch over everything.
He could only choose what mattered most.
Likewise, such an abrupt death was naturally one of those priorities.
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