In my small and peaceful life, I always had a feeling that Fate held a personal grudge against .
Not the casual kind—no, this was the kind that spans generations and ends in blood.
Even in my last life, it didn’t just screw over, it did it with pleasure.
And this life was no different.
If I ever t the bastard who writes Fate, I swear, I would take a rusty iron pole and shove it sowhere anatomically creative. Sideways.
Anyway, the point was:
I was pissed. At that shitty little Fate, for the situation it had put under.
The Forgotten Trickster or whatever this maniac was... laughing its heart out while a very familiar figure glared at like I had just exploded its friends and cursed out his whole generation.
Which, in my defense, I had done. Because the creature was none other than the alpha bear I had killed a few monts ago.
"Do you like your assistant?"
The Trickster’s voice echoed through the space like a bad joke.
"No..."
Like hell I wanted an assistant whose first act of loyalty would be to rip my spine out and floss with it.
The bear would’ve been a fantastic asset... if not for the small inconvenience of murdering his entire friend group.
Seriously, that beast wasn’t just brawn. He had technique and precision.
From what I saw during our fight, the bastard was a full-on martial artist.
And the worst part?
He copied my VoidPulse Steps—a movent skill that took twenty agonizing days to master—within seconds.
Like, excuse ? I bleed, sweat and hallucinate my way to perfection and this furry murder-machine just yoinked it after watching once?
What kind of cosmic injustice was that?
So no. I didn’t want him as my assistant.
Unless, of course, I had so deeply buried kink about being strangled by an angry martial artist bear.
Which—let be very clear—I do not.
The Trickster clapped like a child who had just found his favourite toy.
"Oh, I knew you’d say that," he chuckled. "That’s what makes this pairing perfect. You see, loyalty forged in hatred tastes so much sweeter."
I stared at him.
"You’re insane."
"We all are." he said cheerfully.
He leaned forward, tapping the air like it was a touchscreen and a glowing string of symbols connected to the bear.
"What the hell are you—?!"
[You Have Gained A New Nexus Exclusive Skill: Jester’s Assistant.]
[???? Has Been Registered As An Assistant]
"Contract complete!" he announced. "Congratulations on your new assistant. No returns. No exchanges. Good luck not dying."
The bear growled as his blood-red eyes locked onto mine.
The Trickster, still grinning, waved his hand lazily. "Oh and don’t worry. He can’t hurt you. He’s bound to you now."
"Bound?" I narrowed my eyes.
"A servant of the soul. He’ll obey you... even if every part of him wants you dead." The Trickster’s smile widened.
My stomach twisted. I wasn’t sure if I had just gained a powerful ally... or inherited a curse with teeth.
I didn’t trust the guy—not even a little. But the system? That was different. No matter how powerful he was, not even a god could manipulate such a notification.
That made even more curious about sothing. "How did you interfere?"
The heavenly principles didn’t allow such... direct intrusion.
So, how the hell was this guy casually resurrecting dead as a servant while giving a skill?
This was definitely against the principles.
"Hahahahahahha" The Trickster’s spine bent as he couldn’t control his laughter anymore. "This is my final performance... so I’m rely paying the price with my life."
He said it between chuckles, like it was a joke. But it wasn’t. This mad bastard was burning out his last breath.
"Don’t worry about ..." he muttered, still smiling like it was all a performance. "I was destined to vanish in a few years anyway. I’m just... speeding up the curtains."
His laughter softened into sothing almost human.
"It’s boring to be lonely, you know?"
Just then—-
The domain began to tremble.
Cards scattered everywhere like birds, their edges burning before vanishing. The colors around us started fading into a grey.
It was like the dream was ending.
The Trickster’s smile softened, just a little.
"I can grant you one small miracle," I could see his body starting to glow with red light. "Ask away."
A dozen options ca to mind. Immortality. Invincibility. But I asked for the one which I truly wanted.
"Can you make an SSS-Rank Resonant?" I asked, almost hopeful.
The Trickster cackled, nearly doubling over. "Shortcuts aren’t amusing, dear boy. And I can’t do that—not with what little power I have left. At most, I can trick fate slightly. But I can’t grant you any power.."
Tch... so much for a miracle.
Well it was no fun to be instantly overpowered anyways... it wouldn’t be thrilling.
Still, I had a list of things. But as the domain started vanishing around us, I found myself asking the one thing that surprised even .
"...Can you bring back the bear’s friends?"
The bear beside —the one who had been glaring at like a caged beast—faltered.
He actually gasped. A sound so human I had to blink and make sure I hadn’t imagined it.
Even the Trickster paused.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes filled with mischief and curiosity. "Why that miracle?"
It wasn’t guilt and I sure as hell wasn’t doing it for being a saint, thank you very much.
I just didn’t want an assistant who was two bad dreams away from strangling with my own intestines.
With his friends back, he’d at least... respect . Maybe even follow with his full will.
And honestly?
He could beco my greatest weapon if I played this right.
Not a tool. A blade. One forged in vengeance and now tempered by sothing stranger.
Loyalty.
I knew it wasn’t the smartest use of a miracle. Power could be earned but survival needed planning.
And most importantly I still didn’t trust the Trickster. I didn’t know what it would try if I asked it for sothing related to . Like skills or artifacts.
So, asking a miracle about the bear’s friend was playing it safe. I an if sothing does end up happening to them... I wouldn’t be responsible.
But I couldn’t just say this all... so I replied in simple words. "Maybe I’m just acting on my whims."
The Trickster looked at for a mont and then laughed.
By now, I had completely forgotten the count of how many tis this guy even laughed.
"Good, good! That’s exactly how it should be." He raised a hand and straightened his hat as if checking sothing.
Then after a short pause, he continued. "They are weak and have only been dead a few minutes. That much... I can manage."
The bear beside didn’t move but I could feel his confusion. His eyes never left .
But I ignored it for now.
The Trickster winked, snapping his finger. "It’s done."
He turned to , his body visibly transparent by now. "It seems my ti has co."
"Rember this, Rael...
Even jesters draw blood when they forget to laugh.
Even blades break when wielded without joy.
And when the world turns its stage against you...
Look not for applause, but for silence.
That’s when the final act begins."
With that, he bowed and the world shattered like glass.
Of course, the bastard had to exit with so weird-ass prophecy.
This was my last thought before everything turned dark.
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Author’s Note:
For anyone wondering why Rael didn’t wish for power—rember, the Trickster wasn’t omnipotent. He said it himself: he could only trick fate a little at his current condition.
Rael played it smart. He chose the one thing that could turn a deadly enemy into a loyal weapon.
So why could he bring the bears back if he wasn’t omnipotent?
It’s all because they were weak and had been dead for a few minutes. He didn’t revive them—he simply tricked fate to make it look like they never died.
It wasn’t resurrection. It was a deception. A final performance of a fading Trickster.
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