It was as if someone had prepared a main ingredient in advance and waited for a Polymath to arrive... No wonder Edwina's prophecy had called it a "fated encounter." With everything arranged so neatly, of course it was "fated."
But who had set this up more than a century ago?
It couldn't have been Master Daniel, whom Edwina had mentioned. He had fallen centuries ago. The timing didn't fit...
A century ago, the most active figure had undoubtedly been Roselle... Had he "foreseen" my arrival and invested in me early, hoping I would help him rid himself of some kind of corruption once I grew strong enough?
The Knowledge Emperor was certainly adept at prophecy... but could he really have foreseen my Transmigration out of nowhere?
Or had Roselle—or someone else—set this up for another purpose, only for the God of Knowledge to turn it into an opportunity for me?
As these thoughts raced through Abner's mind, the lion pulled its mouth into a broad "smile" and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, you're right about all of it. You came up with that yourself. It has nothing to do with me."
At that, Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina had a sudden thought and asked, "Is the fact that you can't volunteer what rules bind you, or who imposed them, also one of the 'rules'?"
Abner had thought of the same thing. He drew his attention back to the Finks Lion.
By then, the rain had left the lion looking bedraggled. Its wet white fur clung to its body, making its large head stand out even more.
It glanced at the Water Curtains Abner and Edwina had kept around themselves, plucked a few strands from its multicolored mane, and muttered something. A mysterious force rose, and their Water Curtains extended and joined together,