Failing at my own character
"Maybe I'm just that lucky," Azell sheepishly smiled.
Ah yes, a motherfucking Regressor was lucky enough to meet the man who brought forth existence from the void itself, the chances of which are just so astronomically low that compared to it, surviving 47 Great Filters in a row looks like betting on a flip of a coin.
I call bullshit on that one, chief.
There are two possibilities; one is that this was all arranged by someone, and second is that Azell is just heaven defyingly lucky. So lucky that he might as well have been personally blessed by the Ancient Gods themselves.
I'm personally hoping that it's the latter, but only time will tell, I guess.
Well, technically speaking I could just hunt down the mastermind behind this myself, but where's the fun in that?
Like I always, the key to a happy life is to keep things spicy, and that is achieved through unpredictability.