“I say you’ll die. The odds are one hundred percent. Want to take a gamble and shoot me?”
At the card table, the boy smiles at the gun pointed at him. A sixteen-sided “Die of Fate” spins in his eyes.
On the Wasteland, you find all kinds of people:
mutated monsters, corrupted demons, and evil gods disguised as humans.
Lu Xiao is different.
He’s a madman, crazy enough to bet against anything.
From the Black Streets to the wilderness, from the Federation to the Empire, the dice keep spinning, and the name “Masked Fool” begins to spread.
When he offers the divine remains of the “Scarlet Calamity” as a sacrifice and completes the ascension rite to the seventh rank of the “Usurper” sequence, the entire world celebrates.
“Praise the great Lord of Fate. None can hear your true name, yet your virtues are known throughout the world. May there be no truth in the Wasteland, and may deception spread among humanity.”
People on the Wasteland begin to pray like this.
No one knows that the one they kneel to is not a god, but a madman who smiled at the barrel of a gun...
