2026-05-02 17:49:00“Ken, where are you?” the voice on the other end sounded impatient. “That last order has a problem. The customer complained.”
Ken opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
“Listen, I don’t want to drag this out,” the voice continued. “Your rating has already dropped. And after this incident… we can’t continue. Starting today, you don’t need to take orders anymore.”
The call ended before he could say a single word.
Ken still held his phone in silence, the screen slowly dimming.
On that quiet street, he didn’t know how long he sat there.
He took a slow breath, but his ribs immediately protested.
“Ha…” his breath cut halfway, turning into a short, dry laugh.
Just a few hours ago, he was still thinking about a nice dinner with his girlfriend. Now… Ken lowered his head, staring at his dirty palm.
He reached for his phone again.
The screen lit up briefly, showing the last call notification from the office that had already ended. There were no other messages. No one was looking for him.
In this city, he had no one except Lizzy. Five years ago, they ran away from that small town to come here together to chase their dreams, but in the end, only he held on to that dream.
Meanwhile, Lizzy had probably long forgotten their original goal and chose an easier path.
Ken stared at the screen for a few seconds, then laughed softly.
“There’s really nothing left, huh…”
In one night, everything was gone from him.
Ken tilted his head back, staring at the sky covered by city lights.
“If I’m going to fall…” he muttered quietly, “might as well just take my life.”
Of course, nothing answered him. He closed his eyes in despair.
Ding.
The small sound was like a phone notification, faintly heard.
Ken opened his eyes, frowning. His phone was still silent in his hand, the screen off, and there wasn’t a single notification.
But something felt different. As if there was a thin layer in front of his vision.
Ken blinked repeatedly.
Something appeared. Not exactly in the air, not on his phone screen either. More like it was attached directly to his vision.
Thin and clear text, too clear to be called a shadow.
[Synchronization detected]
Ken didn’t move immediately. His breath hitched slightly.
“What…”
His voice was soft, uncertain.
The text didn’t disappear and followed his gaze. Ken turned his head to the side, and the text followed, right in front of his eyes.
His heart beat faster. Did he have a serious illness?
“What’s… happening to me…”
Before he could finish, the text changed.
[Host condition: unstable]
[Life status: critical]Ken froze.
“Host…?”
The word wasn’t unfamiliar, yet somehow it felt strange.
He raised his hand into the air, trying to touch the text. There was nothing but empty air, yet the text remained.
Ken swallowed, his mind trying to find an explanation.
Hallucination.
Effect of the beating.Fatigue.Whatever it was, there should be a limit.
Ken closed his eyes again, took a breath, then opened them.
The text was still there, unchanged.
The night wind blew softly. The pain in his body was still real. The cold on his skin was also real.
If this was a dream, it should have ended.
Ken looked at the text again.
“…If it’s not a dream,” he muttered softly, “then what is this?”
As if answering, the text blinked once, then changed.
[System initializing…]
Ken stared at it without blinking.
[Synchronization complete]
There was a subtle sensation in his head. Not painful, but not comfortable either. It just felt like something “clicked.”
Like a part that was empty before was now filled.
The transparent screen became neater and clearer.
[Welcome, Ken]
[System: Infinite Luck System]Ken frowned.
“Luck…? System…?”
The next line appeared.
[Basic functions unlocked]
[First mission available][Mission: Complete 1 delivery][Status: Not started]Ken stared at it for a long moment before letting out a low, bitter chuckle.
“…Delivery? I just got fired.”
The text changed, as if correcting him.
[Mission requirement: Successful delivery to any customer]
[Not bound to platform]Ken looked toward the delivery bag lying on the ground, dirty and neglected. Just like himself.
Then a new line appeared.
[Reward: 1x Lucky Draw]
[Bonus: Basic condition recovery (limited)]Ken frowned. Before he could process it, something in his body changed very subtly.
His previously heavy breathing gradually became easier. The pain in his ribs didn’t disappear, but it felt reduced by one level.
The throbbing in his head eased, and his trembling hands became slightly steadier.
Ken froze. He took a deeper breath, this time it didn’t hurt as much.
“…this…”
It was as if his body was forced back to “barely functional.” Not healed.
Ken looked at the screen again.
[Recovery complete]
His heart started beating a little faster. For the first time tonight, something was moving in a different direction.
Ken turned toward the delivery bag, where there was still one order inside that should have been finished and meant nothing anymore.
Ken exhaled slowly.
“…so this can still be used.”
He stood up. His body still hurt, but it was no longer paralyzing. He picked up the bag and brushed off the dust as best as he could.
He opened the zipper slightly, the food inside was still warm, then closed it again.
His eyes shifted to the road. The city lights were still on, and people were still living as usual, as if nothing had changed.
Slowly, the corner of his lips lifted slightly.
“Lucky draw, huh…”
His tone was low, not fully believing, but not entirely doubtful either.
He slung the bag onto his back and walked toward his motorcycle.
“One more time,” he muttered.
The motorcycle drove out of that place. At the edge of his vision, once again, the screen lit up.
[Mission active]
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141. Untapped Opportunities
After conducting several simple tests, Ken began to understand the possible cause.“It seems the problem isn’t with the pump or the pipes. The pressure sensor might no longer be reading changes correctly, or there could be a fault with the automatic switch.”He lightly tapped the outside of the control box. “I need to inspect the components more closely to be sure, but we shouldn’t leave the pump running like this.”Uncle Abrams nodded, slightly surprised by how carefully Ken was examining the device.“You know about this sort of thing?”“A little. I learned about it when I took on part-time jobs in the past.”
140.
Uncle Abrams appeared from inside the house with his wife. Both looked shocked when they saw the damaged barrier, the scattered ornamental plants, and a motorcycle lying in the middle of the wreckage. Their gazes then shifted to the two young men standing nearby, their clothes covered in dust and their expressions anything but composed.Uncle Abrams’s wife immediately approached them.“Oh, my goodness! Are you two all right? Is anyone hurt?” she asked anxiously, checking Ken and Conal from head to toe.“We’re fine, Auntie,” Ken answered quickly. He brushed the dust off his clothes, then bowed his head sincerely. “We’re sorry. It’s our fault for damaging the barrier and the plants in front of your house.”Conal, who had been busy mourning his motorcycle, immediately straightened up. He bowed as well, although his movements were a little awkward because one hand was still holding his waist.“I’m sorry, Uncle! Auntie! I really didn’t mean to do it. I’ll take responsibility for all the da
139. “...Am I still alive?”
Ken actually had a bad feeling creeping into his mind. However, seeing Conal enthusiastically patting the back seat, he decided not to think too much about it.After all, they only needed to go to Uncle Abrams’s house, and it wasn’t even that far away.Unfortunately, Ken soon realized that trusting this man had been a huge mistake.The moment Ken sat down and held on to the back of the motorcycle seat, Conal immediately twisted the throttle. The motorcycle shot forward at an absurd speed for the relatively quiet village roads, making Ken instinctively grip the side of the seat more tightly.“Conal, slow down a little!”“Relax! I know these roads better than anyone!” Conal answered loudly, as though he had just received a compliment about his riding skills.Ken stared blankly at the man’s back. He felt that the twenty-five-year-old Conal was no different from the five-year-old Conal who used to ride his little bicycle.Both were equally terrible at controlling their vehicles, equally f
138. Childhood Friend
Once everything was reasonably organized, Ken picked up his backpack and carried it to his room. He placed it beside the wardrobe, then looked around the room for a moment before letting out a soft breath.The room was still simple, with an old study desk in the corner and a bed that hadn’t yet been fitted with fresh sheets. There was nothing luxurious about it, but that was precisely what made it feel familiar.After living in the city for so long and facing all sorts of events he could never have imagined before, being here made Ken feel as though part of him had returned to the past.Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to reminisce.He still needed to visit Uncle Abrams and thank him in a more appropriate way. He had already prepared a special bag containing several gifts for the man.Ken left his room and found Kienna carrying her clothes and skincare set toward her own bedroom.“Hey, don’t forget to put fresh sheets on my bed,” he said.Kienna turned to him with an expression
137. “I wasn’t complimenting you!”
Uncle Abrams’s car finally stopped in front of a modest house at the end of the street. Ken opened the door and stepped out, then helped Kienna take their belongings from the back seat while Abrams remained behind the wheel, waiting for them to finish.“Thank you so much, Uncle. Sorry for troubling you today,” Ken said after making sure they had gathered all their belongings.Abrams waved casually. “Enough. Stop thanking me all the time. Drop by my house when you have time. We can have some tea and chat.”“Of course, Uncle.”Kienna nodded along with a broad smile.“Thank you, Uncle Abrams!”After saying their goodbyes once more, the siblings carried their belongings into the house. Abrams waited until the door closed before driving away, leaving Ken and Kienna in front of the house that had been their family home for years.As soon as he stepped inside, Ken paused for a moment.Not much had changed.The living room still had the old sofa with its slightly faded color, the wooden table
136. Not Be Crossed
They finally arrived at the hospital parking lot. Near a car parked beneath the shade of several trees, a middle-aged man stood checking his phone. As soon as he saw Ken and Kienna approaching, he slipped his phone into his pocket and greeted them with a friendly smile.“Oh, Ken, you’re back!”“Uncle Abrams.” Ken greeted him, immediately walking over and giving him a polite nod. “Sorry for making you wait for us, Uncle. Thank you for bringing Kienna to the hospital, too.”The man named Abrams waved his hand as though it were nothing worth mentioning.“Don’t mention it. We’ve been neighbors for years. Helping your family a little isn’t a big deal.”He took one of the bags from Kienna’s hand to help her carry it.“Come on, put your things in the car. You must want to go home and get some rest.”Ken opened the back door and placed his backpack inside, then helped arrange the bags of local specialties and gifts so they wouldn’t be piled up haphazardly. Kienna sat beside him, still hugging
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