"Everything I have, I owe to my own abilities, not to some damn fate." Barbosa thought irritably. He recalled the time he first became a Lich, frequently encountering a special group of people who called themselves Planar Merchants, who referred to him as a creature favored by Fate. But after encountering the Golden Dragon, he hadn't seen the Planar Merchants even once. He didn't know why.
"I don't trust in fate." Barbosa clenched his bone palm, felt the surging power within him, vast as a sea, and strengthened his conviction.
His nomination for the next Council President was due to his power and foundation reaching the peak of the world. In the Main World, with no Epics present, he was invincible. No one could defeat him, the owner of the mighty Ghost Fleet. No one could.