From Delivery Guy to the Richest Man: Infinite Luck System

Ken stopped his motorcycle in front of a luxury apartment tower and glanced at the address on his phone.

“Big order… big tip,” he muttered quietly.

The number still didn’t feel real to him. Just this one delivery already exceeded his entire earnings from last night. If everything went smoothly, for the next few days he wouldn’t have to think about instant noodles anymore.

Ken slipped his phone into his pocket, a faint smile appearing as he imagined Lizzy’s happy face.

Earlier that afternoon, he had sent her a message, but there was still no reply.

He felt it was normal. Lizzy was often like that, sometimes she would just read his messages, disappear, then come back as if nothing had happened. Ken didn’t make a big deal out of it.

If the tip was really that big, maybe tonight he could take her to eat somewhere they had only ever passed by.

The elevator doors opened slowly and Ken stepped inside.

Eighteenth floor. Unit 1803.

He adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder, then pressed the doorbell, and the door opened almost instantly.

“Order—”

Ken’s sentence was cut off when he saw a familiar woman standing in front of him.

Her hair was styled in neat waves. Her makeup was sharp, different from the bare face he used to know. A thin, revealing nightgown wrapped around her body.

Ken froze for a split second.

“…Liz?”

His voice was barely audible.

The woman’s eyes widened briefly, then turned flat again. Her tone was cold.

“Oh, you’re the food delivery guy?”

Ken stared at her, trying to make sure this was real and not a mistake.

“This… is really you? What are you doing here?” He stepped forward halfway, his hand reflexively reaching to grab her wrist.

But Liz brushed him off without hesitation.

“Don’t touch me,” she said irritably. She held out her hand. “Where’s my order?”

From inside the apartment, a man’s voice sounded low, relaxed, and slightly hoarse.

“Babe, who is it?”

Ken’s chest felt like it was being pulled from the inside.

Ignoring his shock, Lizzy glanced slightly backward and replied in a sweet, slightly flirtatious tone, “Just the delivery guy. I’ll handle it.”

She looked back at Ken coldly, as if facing a stranger. At that point, Ken didn’t need any more explanation.

“Liz… why are you—”

“We’re already broken up,” Lizzy cut him off quickly. “I thought you understood.”

“I never agreed. We were never finished.”

Liz let out a short breath, as if tired. Her gaze dropped to the delivery jacket, the bag on his shoulder, and the worn-out shoes Ken was wearing. Her condescending look wasn’t hidden at all.

“I’m the one who’s done. I need a clear life, Ken. Not just empty promises. Now I have a boyfriend who can give me what you can’t.”

Ken gripped his bag strap tighter. His head lowered slightly; he felt inferior, but also stubborn.

“I can work harder, I can—”

“You can?” Liz cut in, raising an eyebrow. “Since when? You’ve been saying that for a long time.”

The man’s voice sounded again, this time closer.

“Lizzy, darling?”

This time Lizzy didn’t turn around. Her gaze stayed on Ken as she reminded him, “Don’t contact me again. If we meet again, act like strangers.”

She took the bag from Ken’s hand, then slipped some money into his palm.

Without looking at him again, Liz turned to close the door, but Ken stopped it, his hand reflexively grabbing her wrist.

“No, Liz.” His voice was low and restrained, sounding miserable. “I know you’re not someone who only cares about money or material things. Come back with me. Don’t be like this… please?”

“Are you crazy? Let go of me!”

Lizzy struggled to break free.

Their voices were loud enough to attract attention. Fast footsteps were heard from inside.

A man wearing a bathrobe appeared, his hair still half-wet. His gaze immediately fell on Ken’s hand gripping Lizzy, as if forcing her.

“Let her go.”

His tone was high, filled with anger.

But Ken didn’t move. Stubbornly, he kept holding Lizzy’s hand, repeatedly asking her to come back to him.

“I said let her go!”

The man stepped forward twice, then swung his leg and kicked Ken in the stomach without warning.

Ken’s body staggered backward, his breath knocked out. His back slammed into the corridor wall, and the delivery bag on his shoulder fell heavily to the floor.

He held his stomach, trying to breathe.

The man stood in front of the door, looking at him with disgust.

“Unbelievable. A delivery guy daring to touch someone else’s girl.”

Liz stood behind him, neither stepping forward nor helping, just watching indifferently.

Ken slowly straightened his body, his breathing still uneven.

His eyes returned to Liz before shifting back to the man, and he said, “She’s my girl. You’re the one in the wrong!”

There was a brief pause before the man’s gaze shifted to Liz, his eyebrow slightly raised.

“Liz,” he called, his tone subtly changing. “Who is this?”

For a split second, Liz looked hesitant, then her expression returned to normal.

“My ex-boyfriend,” she answered shortly. “The one I told you about.”

The man looked at Ken again, this time with even more contempt.

“Oh…” he let out a short laugh. “So this is that useless ex-boyfriend of yours. What a coincidence.”