Rogers Divine Fortune

Their eyes met.

William was overwhelmed by emotion, his gaze complicated.

He had never imagined that he would survive thanks to William's father.

With Alice supporting him, the prince climbed down from Odin's arms. He looked at the woman before him and respectfully called her Mother.

Alice was one thing. He had felt her motherly love deeply, and he had lost count of how many times the Inner Armor had saved him. But suddenly calling someone Father was a little awkward.

Fortunately, things weren't quite that bad.

The middle-aged-looking man didn't say anything like, "Come on, call me Dad."

He simply walked up to William, patted his shoulder, and said with an appreciative look, "Not bad. You take after me when I was young."

"Though your fortune is just a tiny bit worse." The man gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Ahem. Hello." William was puzzled, unsure what he meant. My Luck Value is low, but I was born that way. How the hell is that my fault?

The man hadn't heard the two words he wanted, but he still said gently, "Fair enough. I haven't seen you since you were born, and I've done nothing to raise you. I believe time will ease the distance between us."

"But you should know I entered the Desolation Continent to save you and your mother. I nearly died there.

"In fact, I should thank you. If you hadn't saved your mother, she wouldn't have sensed I was in danger and risked entering the Desolation Continent herself. I might really have died there."

The man spoke casually, but even the slightest trace of the killing intent hidden within him made people feel as though they had fallen into the Dark Abyss.

The Desolation Continent.

It was a continent for madmen. Anyone who stayed