From Delivery Guy to the Richest Man: Infinite Luck System

05. Lucky Draw

Ken’s motorcycle moved slightly faster than usual, but his mind was far from calm.

His small rented room was located on the outskirts of the city, in a dense worker district in the city of Sekyo, a place filled with cramped apartments and workers who came and went tirelessly.

He stopped in front of an old three-story building, parked casually, then climbed the narrow stairs without an elevator. Even though his steps still felt heavy from his injuries, he moved quickly as if everything was fine.

The door to his room opened, and the small space welcomed him in silence.

Ken closed the door, then leaned against it for a moment before finally taking off his delivery jacket and dropping it onto the floor.

“Hah…”

He sat down just like that on the floor, his back leaning against the wall. The room was so small that everything blended together. A folding mattress in the corner, a small electric stove, a rice cooker, and only one small table without any chair.

A few seconds passed before his gaze lifted slightly.

The blue screen was still there.

[Reward available: 1x Lucky Draw]

Ken stared at it for a long time.

“…so how do I use this now?”

His hand rose, trying to touch the text, but unfortunately, there was no reaction.

He frowned, trying again in a different way, but nothing changed.

“Seriously…” he muttered in annoyance. “It’s clearly visible, but I can’t touch it. This isn’t a scam, right? Or just the effect of getting beaten earlier?”

He lowered his hand, then stared at the screen again. For a few seconds, he simply stayed silent and thought, his eyes slightly narrowing.

Ken let out a breath, then focused.

His mind tried to “push” the screen, but still nothing happened. He sighed again, this time longer.

“Fine… one more time.”

This time, he didn’t force it. He simply imagined himself “pressing” the text—and click.

The text changed.

Ken immediately straightened his body.

“…huh? It works…?” his voice was soft, half in disbelief.

[Lucky Draw opened]

He tried again, moving his thoughts toward the available options.

“Damn…” he let out a short laugh. “So this is how you use it…”

Several options spun rapidly, like an invisible slot machine. A faint light moved, then slowly decelerated before stopping.

Ken stared without blinking.

“What did I get…”

[Reward: Luck Attribute Increase]

[Level: Low]

“…luck?”

There was no immediate visible effect, but he felt a warmth as if it entered his body. Very faint, like a small current flowing through him, from his chest to the rest of his body.

It only lasted for a moment.

Ken stayed silent for a while before commenting, “…that’s it?”

He lowered his head, looking at his own hands, turning them slowly. There was truly nothing—no change at all.

“Hah…” he let out a long breath, his head falling back against the wall. “Thought it’d be more…”

He laughed softly, but there was no humor in it, then roughly rubbed his face.

His head felt full from everything that had happened in one night.

Fired.

Betrayed.

Beaten.

And now…

“Luck… really useful, huh.”

His tone was flat, almost cynical. He dropped himself backward, staring at the dull ceiling.

“Ah, this is exhausting.”

A few seconds later, he got up again lazily, then slowly walked toward the bathroom. The bathroom was cramped, the tiled floor cold and slightly slippery, and the light somewhat dim.

Ken entered without much thought.

The water was already running, and thin steam began to fill the room.

He stepped forward, but the thin layer of water on the floor made him lose his footing instantly—his foot slipped. His body reflexively lost balance.

“—woah.”

Everything happened too fast. He could only close his eyes, hoping the fall wouldn’t hurt too much.

In that split second, only one thought appeared, “To hell with luck!”

His body fell, but there was no pain like he expected.

Ken slowly opened his eyes, his brows immediately furrowing. What he felt wasn’t the hard floor, but something soft.

Under his head, there was a folded thick cloth, like a rag or an old towel that somehow was exactly in the position where he fell, cushioning the impact on his head.

The water was still running softly beside him.

Ken stayed silent for a few seconds, then slowly sat up, still slightly dazed.

His hand immediately reached for the cloth, lifting it slightly, staring at it in confusion.

“…where did this come from…”

He rubbed his chest, his breathing still a little fast. His heart was beating faster, but not from fear.

Slowly, his expression changed.

His gaze dropped to the cloth in his hand, then to the blue screen at the corner of his vision.

Ken swallowed, then let out a small, disbelieving laugh.

“Don’t tell me… this… is luck?”