Key of Life

In Milo City, Egypt, a drone carrying the Wheel of Fortune flew steadily into the Presidential Palace. Clemens directed people to inspect it while speaking over the phone to reassure the public.

The intelligence agency had paid dearly. Nearly all its best agents stationed in Greece had been wiped out before the Wheel of Fortune was brought back to Egypt with the help of an outside force.

Clemens had several guesses about who was behind that force, but now was not the time to investigate.

Only after the whole performance was over did he cut off contact with the outside world. He turned to look at the Wheel of Fortune, which resembled a toy Spinning Wheel, and stared at it blankly.

This is the Wheel of Fortune?

The Three Goddesses of Fate used this thing to weave destiny?

The Spinning Wheel was palm-sized, and its wood looked rotten. If not for the difficulty of making it look old, he felt he could make one himself in ten minutes.

Surely the Wheel of Fortune they'd sacrificed so many people to bring back isn't a fake?

Clemens muttered to himself, then asked the Folklore Experts nearby, "Are you certain this is the real Wheel of Fortune?"

The experts, wearing gloves, looked at one another, silently asking each other the same question.

How were they supposed to answer that?

They had no specialized equipment on hand, but to the naked eye, this Wheel of Fortune was just an ordinary model of a Spinning Wheel. Perhaps the ancient Greeks had called it something else, but by modern standards, it was a model.

If the Three Fates had really woven destiny with this, the experts would have wondered whether the goddesses had originally been model makers whom the ancient Greeks had mistaken, through repeated retellings,