In the modern world, Aron was a man of status and power.

A wealthy director. A leader. A man at the top.

But before that, he had been a champion.

As a teenager, Aron was unstoppable. Every sports club he joined—basketball, swimming, track and field—he dominated. His name was whispered with admiration in the hallways, his victories celebrated like legends. His physique was sculpted from years of training, his confidence unshakable.

Every girl in school wanted his attention. His teammates idolized him. He thrived under the spotlight, pushing himself to be the best.

But beyond the trophies, beyond the glory, there was only one person whose admiration truly mattered—his first love, his wife.

She was his biggest supporter, always cheering from the sidelines, always believing in him. For Aron, those were the golden years. The years when he felt truly alive.

Until it all fell apart.

Betrayal

One night, everything changed.

His wife had forgotten to log out of a social media account on their shared computer.

A single message thread caught his eye.

His heart pounded as he read. Photos. Messages. The truth.

His wife was having an affair.

And the worst part?

She was with a man he recognized.

Not just anyone.

Someone who had replaced him—in more ways than one.

Aron confronted her. Demanded answers.

But she didn't argue. Didn't deny it.

She simply stood there. Silent. Cold. Empty.

That silence broke him more than any words could.

A Fall from Glory

Aron had once been a man of strength and discipline.

At fifty years old, he still carried himself with authority, but he was no longer the athlete he once was. His body, once sculpted by years of training, had grown weak.

Yet, he had built a prosperous life.

He had wealth, power, and a family.

Or so he thought.

The day he walked into their bedroom and found his wife hanging from the ceiling, everything shattered.

Her lifeless body. The silence of death.

It crushed him. Broke him.

And as if the gods themselves had cursed him, misfortune struck again.

The company he had dedicated decades to laid him off—replaced by artificial intelligence.

A man who once led others… now considered obsolete.

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That night, he wandered the streets, his mind lost in grief and rage.

The Drive That Changed Everything

Rage burned in his veins. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Loss.

He got into his car, his hands gripping the wheel like a vice.

He had to see this man. Had to look him in the eye. Had to demand—why?

Memories of his past flooded his mind as he drove.

His victories. His love. His wife's laughter.

The life he had built—the life that was stolen from him.

His mind was so consumed, he never saw the truck coming.

A blaring horn.

A flash of light.

CRASH.

Aron's body jerked violently, his vision spinning as metal crunched, glass shattered.

Pain exploded in his chest.

His breaths came in ragged gasps. Blood trickled down his forehead. His limbs were numb, heavy.

He was fading.

Then—

His phone rang.

The screen lit up.

6 missed calls—from his wife.

With shaking fingers, he reached for it.

He barely managed to press answer when—

A voice.

But it wasn't his wife.

"Are you tired?"

Aron's heart stopped.

Then—darkness.

The Awakening

When Aron's eyes snapped open, he expected a hospital.

He expected the sterile smell of disinfectant, the hum of machines.

He expected to be in a prison of regret.

Instead—

He was in another world.

He had become the 325th champion.

The Goddess of Chance

Aron gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling in panic.

His body ached from the accident, but he was alive.

Where was his car? His wife? His life?

The questions clawed at his mind, but no answers came.

Staggering through the strange landscape, he tried to make sense of it all—

Then—

He collided with someone.

A woman.

Beautiful. Ethereal. Otherworldly.

Her piercing gaze locked onto his, a smirk playing on her lips.

Vaelora.

Goddess of Chance.

Aron took a step back. Something about her eyes… felt familiar.

Too familiar.

Then, it struck him.

She looked just like his first love.

Thirty years ago.

And Aron nodded.

A Deal with Fate

"You look lost, traveler," Vaelora purred, her voice a melody of amusement.

She held up a single golden die, its surface shimmering in the light.

"Would you like to play a game of fate?"

Her smirk widened.

"If it lands on six, I shall become your first wife."

"And you shall become my tenth husband."

Aron scoffed.

A game? After everything he had lost?

He wasn't in the mood for foolish tricks.

His hand shot out, swatting the die away.

The die spun through the air.

As it tumbled, his mind was flooded with memories.

His wife's smile.

The way she used to hold his hand.

His first love cheering for him in the stands.

The weight of everything he had lost crashed down on him.

He turned to leave.

Then—

The die landed.

Six.

Vaelora's laughter rang out, rich with amusement.

"Interesting." She stepped closer, her gaze glinting with something unreadable.

"Fate has spoken. As promised, I shall grant you a gift."

A pulse of energy surged through Aron's body.

His muscles tensed. His blood burned. Strength flooded his limbs, more power than he had ever known.

His old self—the champion—was back.

No.

Even greater.

Stronger. Faster. Unstoppable.

Vaelora smirked.

"A body fit for a warrior, worthy of being my husband."

"Consider it my blessing."