Transmigrated? My Cheat is a Random Dice?!

Desmond stared at the monstrous boar, eyes wide with horror.

It was far larger than he had imagined—twice his height at least. With curved, jagged tusks and glowing red eyes filled with primal fury. His tiny heart pounded like a drum inside his chest.

Should I use the dice?

It was the only real weapon he had—but it was also a gamble, a wild, chaotic system he couldn't control. If it landed on a 1 or 2 again…

That'd be a death sentence.

He clenched his teeth, panic surging through his small frame. His Polaris abilities weren't enough. Inertia? Useless here. Gravity Minus? Only good for slowing falls. Neither could help him against that thing.

"Fuck it…" he hissed through gritted teeth.

He had no choice. Better to gamble than die doing nothing.

He raised his trembling palm.

Please…

A faint shimmer of violet light pulsed in his hand, and a glowing purple cube that radiated eerie calmness appeared in a moment of chaos.

This is it… Please, anything but a one… anything but a damn one.

The beast roared. It had locked eyes on him now, those crimson pupils glowing hotter, its hooves pounding the earth like thunder.

Desmond exhaled sharply and flicked his wrist. The dice flew upward, spinning fast, catching the dim sunlight that filtered through the trees. It bounced once in his palm, then settled.

A three.

"…Are you serious?" Desmond whispered, voice cracking.

Three.

Nothing.

No boost. No power. No curse. Just… nothing.

"RNG Gods, why have you forsaken me?" he muttered bitterly, rage and dread rising in equal measure.

Then—

CRACK!

The boar slammed into the tree Desmond had climbed, shaking the earth with the impact. Wood groaned, roots tore, and the trunk began to fall with a deep, mournful creak.

His mind snapped into action.

No more hesitation.

"Open Polaris Path! Gravity Minus!" he shouted, eyes blazing with panic and adrenaline.

A silver light blinked to life beneath his chest, and in the next second, Desmond's body grew light, almost weightless. He jumped.

Time slowed as he soared through the air, limbs flailing to direct his fall. He crashed into the forest floor with a rough thud, tumbling like a ragdoll until he hit a patch of soft moss.

He groaned, blinking away the dizziness.

Then he saw it.

The monster. Standing tall and snorting. Its red eyes locked onto him again.

From this angle, the boar looked even bigger. Its tusks gleamed in the dying light, and steam rose from its flanks.

That wasn't an animal. It was fury wrapped in flesh.

Shit! I'm going to die here. In a forest. Chased down by a giant pig with demon eyes.

He tried to scramble to his feet, his whole body screaming in protest.

Ten minutes. That's all I need! Ten minutes to roll the dice again!

Desmond took off running.

His short legs barely covered ground, but fear pushed him harder than ever before. Roots snagged at his feet, branches whipped his face, but he didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

A glance behind confirmed it—the monster was chasing him, hooves stomping, trees shaking as it barreled forward.

Come on! Think! Polaris... something!

Then it hit him.

Resonance!

"OPEN POLARIS PATH! RESONANCE PLUS!" he roared.

A violet pulse rippled from his vocal cords, empowered by the Polaris Path.

"KNEEL!"

His voice, amplified by the Resonance Path, boomed across the woods like a shockwave.

The boar faltered—just for a moment.

But a moment was all Desmond needed.

He turned and sprinted again, lungs on fire, heart threatening to explode. His entire body screamed for rest, but he pushed on. He had to.

Just a few more minutes...

He spotted a massive tree up ahead. Its trunk was wide enough to hide behind—maybe enough to buy a few seconds.

Desmond dove behind it, sliding to the ground, gasping for air. Every breath felt like a knife in his lungs.

He curled into a crouch, trembling.

Just ten more minutes. That's all I need. Please... don't let this be the end.

The dice. If he could roll it again… maybe this time it'd be different.

A four. A five. A six.

Anything.

If I roll another three… or worse, a one… I'll die.

I'll actually die here. Torn to shreds by that thing.

A lump formed in his throat. Fear, raw and suffocating, clawed at his chest.

He closed his eyes.

Please… not yet.

Let me live a little longer.