Hill, crouching underground, was genuinely quite satisfied.
Russell really was nearly perfect in every way except for his slightly inferior aptitude.
But on second thought, with that bit of luck added in, how could the boy possibly turn out worse than Adrian?
His birth had gathered this world's favor... Though it might not seem like much to outsiders, it was already the last bit of toothpaste the World Will had managed to squeeze out.
Pitiful as it was, it truly was precious.
On some level, Russell was both fortunate and unfortunate.
He was fortunate because he truly possessed luck. It could even be said that if, through a combination of factors, this world escaped the Devils' grasp, he might be able to seize the opportunity to ascend to godhood.
Yet he was unfortunate because, although beings from all sorts of factions might be present here, since no one else intended to fight for it, this world was bound to be claimed by the River Styx.
Not only had the position of World Lord already been decided, but even the position of his deputy had been settled... The World Will's favor always came in greater and lesser degrees.
Gilbert was the one favored more than Russell.
Once Gilbert stepped onto the stage, the World Will would swiftly place every last bit of its remaining luck upon him.
Russell could only be someone blessed with good fortune, but never the very best.
But if he did not intend to walk the path of the Gods and only wished to become a Mage, then he... was still both fortunate and unfortunate.
His fortune lay in the fact that, as long as his will remained firm, Gilbert's existence meant the world would not be able to force him to change sides.
His misfortune lay