Warm sunlight kissed his eyelids, and Chi-Woo slowly opened his eyes. His body was awashed in a strong but gentle glow. When he took a short breath, light sucked into him at once.

—It surprises me every time I see it.

He heard a calm voice. Philip was looking at him with astonishment.

—Such a dangerous power…looks different.

“Rather than strength…I don’t know, wouldn’t the word ‘fate’ be more appropriate?”

—What? What are you talking about?

“No, just. That’s how I think of it.” It was a sudden thought Chi-Woo had. In Future Yoo-Joo’s space, Chi-Woo had recognized and accepted the mysterious light as ‘me’. As such, he couldn’t define this light as simple power. Then what should he call it? Since they had been together since birth, there was no other word that came to mind other than the word ‘fate’. Thus, Chi-Woo decided to regard it as such rather than strength.

—That means you gave into your fate.

“No, that’s not the case.” He had decided to accept it but not follow it. It was up to him to decide what to do with this fate—that was what Chi-Woo had decided.

—Haha. Do you know what you just said?

Philip let out a hollow laugh.

—You just said you would embrace fate and reign over it at the same time.

It was a contradictory remark, incomprehensible to anyone born with a mortal fate. That had been the case for Chi-Woo as well. When he entered Liber, he saw the hexagonal die in his hand and thought it was an object that shouldn’t exist based on common sense. However, Chi-Woo no longer thought this.

—How interesting. Just what kind of transcendent being are you planning to be?

“I still have a long way to go.” As Chi-Woo said, he still had a long way to go....