Relic of Null Fate

They say nothing is free in this world.

If someone gave you something for free, then either you're the experiment… or the product.

Free samples? They want you addicted.

Free advice? They just want to sound smarter.

Free hugs? That's emotional blackmail with arms.

Even a free ride? Check your pockets—you probably paid in sanity.

That's just how the world works.

And yet… here I am, chosen as the Wielder of Null Fate, for doing what?

Surviving a mental breakdown, beating up a corpse, and forgiving a mass murderer?

Yeah. Totally free. No hidden payment.

[Relic of Null Fate, initializing…]

As the voice continued, I started thinking about what this relic would even look like.

Was it a huge wand? A sword? Or some round-shaped object?

I truly hoped it wasn't bigger than my head. Otherwise, I'd have a hard time carrying it around.