The Voice Beneath Fate
A calm, melodic voice echoed inside Victor's mind, flowing like ripples across still water.
"Master, allow me to explain the primary functions of your system."
The voice belonged to Sana, the spirit of the Fortune Devour System. Her tone was composed and elegant, almost too measured—like an ancient intelligence pretending to sound human.
Victor sat quietly, the dim light of the classroom softening around him as if time itself had paused. His heart still hadn't settled since waking up in this unfamiliar life, but now… this? A "system" whispering directly into his mind?
He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair.
If this was anything like what he'd seen in novels or games, then this System could very well be his path out of helplessness.
Sana's voice returned, cool and steady.
"Currently, the system consists of several key features: Fortune Plunder, Fortune Points, Lottery, Request Ticket, Quest System, and others that will unlock as your power grows."
Each word sank deep into him like the turning of sacred gears.
A world where he had no special blessing had suddenly tilted in his favor.
His pulse quickened.
1. Fortune Plunder
Sana's tone didn't waver as she continued.
"First, we have Fortune Plunder. This function allows you to steal the fortune of others."
Victor's gaze sharpened. A faint gleam flashed in his blue eyes.
"By diminishing someone's fortune," Sana said softly, "you can cause misfortunes to befall them. If their fortune reaches zero…"
A pause followed—deliberate, unsettling.
"…they will experience an untimely death, with no clear explanation."
Victor's breath caught in his throat.
A system that could kill… not with blades or spells, but by erasing luck itself?
He murmured under his breath, "So… I can literally kill someone by draining their fortune to nothing?"
(SYSTEM: Fortune Plunder (Level 1))
Effect: Steal 20–50 points of fortune per use.
Cooldown: Once every three days (can be stored).
Target Limit: A person can only be plundered once per day.
Higher levels unlock stronger effects.
Victor studied the glowing panel that appeared before his eyes, transparent like a ghostly mirror.
"Fortune… such an abstract thing," he whispered. "But if it really works the way she says…"
His hand slowly curled into a fist.
Fate wasn't random. Not anymore. If he could touch fortune, twist it, devour it—then nothing in this world was out of his reach.
Still, a chill followed that thought.
"This isn't just power," he muttered. "It's temptation."
2. Fortune Points & Lottery
"Next, we have Fortune Points," Sana said. Her tone was calm, but Victor could sense a quiet pride beneath her words. "This is the currency of your system. You may use these points for a variety of functions—drawing from the system's lotteries, enhancing your body, or even replicating the abilities of others."
A shimmering list formed before him, neat and glowing faintly blue.
(SYSTEM: Fortune Points Usage)
Low-Level Lottery: 30 points per draw
Mid-Level Lottery: 200 points per draw
High-Level Lottery: 2000 points per draw
Enhance Physical Abilities: Cost varies
Skill Replication:
• Basic Skill Plundering: 30 points (80% success rate)
• Intermediate Skill Plundering: 200 points (50% success rate)
• Advanced Skill Plundering: 2000 points (10% success rate)
Victor's eyes gleamed. "So I can literally copy or steal abilities from others?"
"That is correct," Sana replied smoothly. "At higher levels, even the rarest gifts may be taken—if fortune favors you."
He leaned forward slightly, mind racing. "The lottery's tempting… but skill plundering—" his lips curved faintly "—that's where the real power lies."
3. Quest System
"The Quest System," Sana continued, "will unlock as you grow stronger. Once active, it will assign you missions with rewards—Fortune Points, items, or new abilities."
Victor nodded. "So… a growth cycle."
He smirked faintly. "Get stronger, earn more, then grow again. Self-sustaining."
Sana's chuckle echoed faintly in his head, soft as falling snow. "Precisely, Master."
4. Scanning Ability
"Finally," Sana said, "there is your Scanning Ability."
Victor tilted his head. "Scanning?"
"This allows you to analyze targets—see their strength, weaknesses, and magical capabilities."
His lips parted slightly. "So basically… a stat-detection skill."
"An apt comparison," Sana replied. "Information is a weapon, Master. And this world is filled with enemies who hide their fangs."
He smirked. "Good. I like knowing whose throat I'm cutting before I swing."
The system's light dimmed slightly, leaving him alone with the weight of possibility.
Victor leaned back, staring up at the ceiling once again. The room was quiet, filled only with faint echoes of laughter and footsteps from the corridor outside. The world was moving on, unaware that something impossible had just begun inside one boy's mind.
Manipulating fortune.
Stealing abilities.
Shaping destiny itself.
He let out a long breath. "This isn't just an edge… This is a throne waiting to be built."
But before he could settle into the thought, Sana's voice brightened.
"Ah, Master! Before I forget, there is something to help you get started."
A soft chime echoed, and a golden light appeared before him—rotating gently in the air. The light unfolded, forming a gift box covered in celestial runes.
Victor blinked, surprised. "What's this?"
"Your starter gift, of course."
The box opened with a quiet hum, releasing a faint divine aura.
Inside lay not a book, but a crystalline parchment that shimmered with an impossible hue—half silver, half gold, like day and night had been folded together.
The air around it pulsed faintly, alive.
"This," Sana said reverently, "is a Request Ticket. A single-use token connected to the Primordial Forge Goddess."
Victor froze. "…What?"
The parchment floated gently into his palm, weightless but warm, thrumming with something ancient.
"The Primordial Forge Goddess," Sana explained, "was the being who once forged the Primordial Arsenal—a set of weapons requested by the Heavenly Father Himself during the Great War."
Victor's eyes widened, his pulse skipping. "Wait—The Primordial Arsenal?!"
He remembered it vividly from the anime of this world—thirty divine weapons of catastrophic power, each capable of reshaping creation itself. Weapons that could bend elements, tear reality, even slay gods.
Every demon, angel, dragon, and deity in the story had hungered for one. Most never even saw a real piece of it.
And now… the system was offering him a connection to its creator?
He swallowed hard. "How… how is that possible? In the anime, it was said the Heavenly Father forged those weapons Himself."
Sana's voice was calm, but there was a faint note of something like amusement.
"Fiction, Master. That was a story. This… is reality."
Victor's fingers tightened around the glowing parchment. "So… you're saying I was reborn into an alternate version of that world?"
"Exactly," Sana said gently. "You are not living inside a tale—you are walking its reflection. The truths here are not bound by what your former world imagined."
Victor fell silent. The room felt colder for a moment. His thoughts churned, disbelief mixing with awe.
Alternate realities… rewritten myth… real gods…
He finally let out a quiet laugh—half breathless, half exhilarated. "So even that story got it wrong."
Sana's tone softened. "With this ticket, you may submit a single request to the Forge Goddess herself—to create your own, personalized weapon of the Primordial Arsenal."
Victor froze. "Wait—you mean… my own Primordial Arsenal?"
"Yes. But only once."
A golden glyph appeared before him, warning in crimson text.
(SYSTEM WARNING: Request Ticket — one-time use. Choose wisely. Your concept will shape your future.)
Victor's breath hitched. "So I get one chance… to forge a weapon on the same level as the gods."
Sana's voice grew low, almost reverent.
"Indeed. Think carefully, Master. The weapon's concept will determine its growth, its resonance with your soul, and its destiny alongside yours. Once you use the ticket… it can never be undone."
Victor sat back, heartbeat pounding. For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then a slow grin spread across his face.
"Then I'll make sure it's worth it."
His blue eyes gleamed like stars caught in stormlight. "Now even the heavens will have to look down on me."
Sana's voice softened, warm and faintly proud.
"Then let us begin the first step toward rewriting your fate, Master Victor."
He exhaled, the weight of his new world settling over him like an invisible crown.
Because one thing was now certain—
the boy they exiled…
was about to rise into legend.