Hill could only smile helplessly.
Beshaba had always been quite curious, and she had always reacted faster than Tymora.
But that fit the usual logic quite well... misfortune always arrived faster than luck.
Especially for the people of Toril. Many times, they could only glimpse a little bit of luck after misfortune had already struck.
And even that little bit of luck depended on a certain goddess's mood.
Tymora might be fairly lively, but her moods really were quite unpredictable.
The fact that the Goddess of Luck had such an ordinary face was understandable to mortals, but it was hardly something that made Tymora happy.
Especially since Beshaba, her greatest enemy, had such a ravishingly beautiful face.
Whenever she encountered the Goddess of Misfortune, Tymora would actually feel depressed for a while... which made luck even harder to find.
To put it bluntly, the vast majority of Toril's people still relied on themselves.
Even encountering the Goddess of Luck was not always a good thing.
It was the Undead, on the other hand... Speaking of which, although fate had always been impossible to predict, how exactly had someone like Demon Sword, who brought disaster the moment he brushed against anything, come to be?
No, it should have been an account issue.
Hill had heard the Undead mention it before. Although Demon Sword caused trouble in reality as well, none of it was too serious, and most of it happened because he himself was too reckless.
Who knew what he had been thinking and what he had chosen when he registered his account... When they registered, they had to answer some multiple-choice questions similar to personality tests.
But those choices were more to disguise the fact that the bodies William arranged for them, along with their future career choices, suited their