My Archangel

Guild, the conference hall.

Here, many team members who have formally registered gather together, and they are discussing in full swing for the official preselection the day after tomorrow.

There was a look of yearning and excitement on their faces. Various imaginative tactics and actual combat systems continued to blur out from their mouths. One by one, they looked like children with dreams and hopes for the future.

However, in this hall, there is only one corner of the atmosphere that seems out of place.

Naturally Molik.

The table in front of me was filled with various empty wine bottles.

The whole body was full of alcohol, and the living people disappeared within ten meters.

This is the status quo of Morik, a famous expedition in the past.

"belch--"

He burped alcohol, waved his wrist, and threw a full ten dice.

The dull atmosphere enveloped this corner, a crisp lingering sound echoed, and the dice rolled on the table in front of him.

In the end, that dazzling and striking red appeared before his eyes.

Nine ones, one two.

There is such a saying in every industry.

Some people get full marks because their limit is full marks, and some people get full marks because they have only full marks.

Now Olek... is the latter.

Nine ones, one two, this is the real upper limit that truly represents his current doom.

"..."

His eyes slowly widened. At this moment, at this moment, along with the points that had doubled the previous results, the look on Morik's face changed slightly.

If seventy-two shots in the previous three days proves that he is a stable broom star, then ten shots in this minute proves that his doom, even if not discussing persistence, is already bad enough. Degree.

"I voted ten times, nine one, is this who I am now, luck is worse than usual...hehe."

wry smile.

With such a vaguely sounding voice that seemed to have lost its vitality confided from his mouth, Morik's face, which originally looked rather depressed, was even more desolate at this moment.

Hopeless.

no hope.

Morik had never imagined that his dream... would eventually end up on something like "luck".

Beginning a long time ago, as he began to practice, various tragedies would happen for a long time around him.

Once, Molick did not believe that such things as "fate" or "luck" existed in substance.

But now, looking around at the teams in the distance that were discussing tactics in full swing, he could only froze in place motionless, savoring this feeling of powerlessness.

He also had a high head, but was pressed his head bit by bit by the bloody reality.

He was full of self-confidence, but in the end he fell to the point where he couldn't even "register by himself".

This expedition...has nothing to do with him.

Unless, he still wants to go through the experience of the previous few times and want to "bury" new teammates again.

Why... would it be like this?

Why... I clearly did everything I could do, but the result is still the way I am now?

Can't figure it out.

Can't figure it out.

Sure enough, it was because of his own abilities.

Efforts are not enough, and they are far from reaching the level of self-salvation by strength.

If he could be stronger, he might be able to protect those companions who were once affected by his doom.

But...have already reached the platinum rank.

Already... there is no room for improvement.

Up to now, during the period of staying in the guild for several days, Olek often had the idea of ​​"I don't want to be a human anymore".

He wants to go further, he wants to be a god.

However, through all these years of experience and encounters, he has already seen his limits clearly.

He knew very well that even if he emptied his whole body's potential, he did not have the ability to go further to the position of God.

Time is passing, and the time from the official start of the pre-selection the day after tomorrow is dwindling.

But Olek was helpless.

He knew very well that he...probably can only maintain this state for a lifetime.

He maintained this state where he could only watch the dream slip away from his hands bit by bit.

"..."

Olek's heart is ashamed.

In the past few days, there was only one real reason why he stayed in the guild for 24 hours.

He longs for companions.

Since a few days ago, after clearly announcing that as long as the roll of the dice turned out to be worse than his Olek, then he would recommend that person to the preliminary selection.

Longing for a companion who can not be affected by this weird bad luck in him, can make him feel at ease and settle down.

It doesn't matter if the strength is low, he can play three at a time.

It doesn't matter if you see bad luck more than him, he can stand it.

As long as he can make another expedition and chase his dream again... he will do everything.

But unfortunately... there is no such person.