Why The Hell is Fate Trying to Kill Me?

Chapter 1

"What is destiny? Is destiny always absolute? If a person is destined to die tomorrow, can that person avoid death? Do humans just follow the flow of destiny, or can we break it?"

That was what I always thought about the book, where I read my own fate in the book's world and became this person, the 'villain'. It seemed I had an obligation to follow the book's world, yet if my fate was my own death, surely I would avoid that fate, no matter if God told me to follow it.

There were two types of fate that believers believed in. First was the fate that humans could not change. No matter how much humans wanted to change this fate, they would face it. It was the fate of death and the fate of a soulmate. God had already decided your fate regarding those things, such as where, when, or how you would die, or who your soulmate would be, before human birth.

The other fate was the fate you could change. There were a lot of these types of fate. The fate that you would pass an exam depended on you. Whether you wanted to study or not was God's matter; it was your matter. You wanted to be healthy, you wanted to be rich, you wanted to be famous, and so on. It was your fate that you could change by how you acted.

But there was an exception to the fate you couldn't change. The exception was that you still needed to try to achieve it. For example, if you wanted to have a soulmate or partner to marry but didn't make any effort to find one, just staying alone waiting for someone to come to you, God would not unite you with the fated one. And if you didn't want to die fast, you needed to stay healthy, eat healthy food, and not do something stupid.

Sometimes this became a paradox. If God already knew my fate, why did I need to try to achieve it? If, in the end, God already knew about me from the beginning.

So, was the book's story like God's fate? The character in the book could not change it, but if someone was aware of the story, could they change the story or the fate of the book? Even though I would be against the Gods or Goddesses in my own world, I still refused to die in the flow of the book or do what the book told me.

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One day in the evening, I opened my eyes and saw a different ceiling, a ceiling that I didn't recognise. In front of me was my hair, which was long. I didn't know I had long hair. Half-asleep, I tried to get up from the bed, but my hair kept getting in front of me. I looked around; I didn't recognise the room. There was a big mirror, a big dressing table, a big wardrobe, and a big window with a big balcony beside the bed. Everything seemed fancy to me; even the bed was so fancy.

I saw the door to my room open. There was a maid who brought a bowl with a towel and entered the room. Our eyes met, and suddenly she was surprised and dropped the bowl with the towel. I raised my hand to call her, but she immediately exited the room.

I lay back and examined what the hell was going on. Did I have this type of room before? Did I have this white hair before? I stood up from the bed to check my face and my body. I walked to the big mirror beside the window. In front of the mirror, I saw someone in thin cloth pyjamas. Was this my body? The body was smaller, maybe around 14 years old. Disbelieving what I just saw, I kept touching the body and the hair.

The sound of the door opening made me turn my head back to the door. I saw some people entering my room. There was the maid from before, a lady with long white hair, a man with short white hair, and a little boy and a little girl behind them. Their faces were so worried.

"Is that really my Aurelia?" The lady spoke.

The lady and the man immediately approached me and hugged me. I wanted to reply to the hug, but I didn't know what was going on. It felt awkward. The lady showed her face to me, and I saw there was a tear in her eyes.