2026-05-03 23:23:21Ken’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?”
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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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