2026-05-03 23:24:14Ken stepped out of the bathroom wearing a simple t-shirt clinging to his body. The cold floor returned to his soles as he walked into the narrow room.
The thick cloth that had saved him earlier was still in his hand.
He looked at it once more, then let out a long breath.
“…just a coincidence, huh?”
But even he didn’t sound convinced.
Ken tossed the cloth beside the folding mattress, then sat down on the floor. His back leaned against the wall. His eyes were empty for a few seconds before his hand finally reached for his phone.
The screen lit up and several notifications appeared. Unread messages, promotions, ads, and things he usually ignored.
His finger moved aimlessly, scrolling through the screen.
Until one banner stopped right in the middle.
“Daily Lucky Spin — Chance to win up to $5,000!”
Ken stared at it, one eyebrow slightly raised.
Usually, he would just swipe it away, but this time his thoughts paused.
Luck.
That word appeared again in his head. Ken snorted softly, half mocking himself.
“Well… might as well try…”
His finger tapped the banner, and the app opened. In the center of the screen, a large wheel appeared. Slowly spinning, as if waiting.
Around it were various prizes from $1, vouchers over $50, and one small section of $5,000.
Very small, almost invisible.
Ken narrowed his eyes.
“This one definitely isn’t by chance…”
His thumb hovered over the spin button. For a split second, he hesitated, then the wheel spun rapidly.
Small lights around it lit up one after another. A clicking sound repeated, faster and louder.
Ken didn’t realize his body had tensed slightly.
“Probably nothing…”
The spin began to slow. Just before passing the $5,000 prize, the wheel seemed to stutter, then stopped.
Ken didn’t react immediately. His eyes stared at the screen without blinking.
“…huh?”
A large “CONGRATULATIONS!” appeared on his phone screen, and the number below it glowed brightly.
$5,000
Ken’s breath caught. His fingers trembled slightly as he brought the phone closer to his face, as if distance could change the result.
“…seriously?”
He tapped the screen, but nothing changed.
$5,000 was still there.
Ken let out a soft laugh.
“I… won?”
His eyes dropped to the corner of the screen, searching for fine print, strange conditions, or even words saying it couldn’t be withdrawn.
But there was nothing. Everything looked normal.
Ken leaned back against the wall again, his breath slowly leaving him. His mind went blank for a few seconds, then he stared at the phone longer.
His expression changed slowly. His hand gripped the phone a little tighter.
Then suddenly, his shoulders shook, and laughter burst out of his mouth.
“Hahaha…”
His hand covered his face, but his laughter only grew freer. It echoed in the narrow room, loud, almost uncontrollable.
But behind it, his eyes began to glisten. Thin tears formed at the corners, falling without him realizing.
“Hahaha… damn…”
He lowered his head, his shoulders still shaking. Before he could calm down, his door was knocked loudly.
“HEY!”
A rough voice from outside instantly broke the moment. Ken flinched, reflexively turning toward the door.
The second knock was louder. He quickly stood up, almost stumbling as he rushed forward, then opened the door slightly.
“IT’S ALREADY MIDNIGHT! YOU WANNA LAUGH LIKE A CRAZY PERSON UNTIL MORNING, HUH?! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP! USE YOUR BRAIN!”
A middle-aged man stood there with an annoyed face, messy hair, half-red eyes.
“S-sorry, Sir…” Ken said quickly, lowering his head slightly. “I didn’t mean to be noisy.”
The man snorted harshly.
“If you wanna go crazy, don’t do it here! You’re disturbing people!”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
The man stared at him for a few more seconds, then snorted again before turning around and leaving.
Ken watched the man enter his unit before closing the door and stepping back inside.
His hand rose, lightly tapping his chest, but the corner of his lips lifted wide.
…
A few days passed. Ken’s name began appearing in several local group chats. At first, only one or two people used his delivery service, then it increased.
Ken stood in front of his motorcycle, phone in hand, reading the list of messages he hadn’t had time to reply to.
On the screen, notifications kept coming in. He was no longer waiting for orders, orders were coming to him.
“…not bad,” he muttered softly.
His delivery jacket had been replaced, he made it himself some time ago.
That afternoon, as the sun began to set, one message came in.
Ken opened it.
“Need flower delivery service. Large size. Must arrive within 45 minutes. Location: Greenhill Residence.”
Just delivering flowers, but the price offered was so high, only the wealthy residents of Greenhill Residence could afford it.
Of course, without hesitation, Ken replied, “I’ll take it.”
He immediately slipped his phone into his pocket, grabbed his helmet, and started his motorcycle.
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23. A Girl Under the Streetlights
The next morning, Ken woke up earlier than usual.The first thing he did was not reach for his phone, but glance toward the corner of his vision.A transparent red screen immediately appeared.[Temporary Luck -3%]The text blinked softly before gradually disappearing.Ken stared at the now-empty screen for a few seconds before letting out a sigh of relief, the corners of his lips slowly lifting.“Finally, back to normal.”He stretched his body. The joints in his shoulders cracked softly. The soreness from yesterday had completely disappeared thanks to the System's Stamina Recovery.Without wasting any time, Ken put on a simple T-shirt, wore his custom courier jacket, then grabbed the helmet hanging beside the door.He opened the door to his rental room.The moment he stepped outside, the sound of an argument from the neighboring unit shattered the quiet hallway.“I'm tired of living in a place this small!” a woman's voice rang out loudly, filled with emotion.Ken, who had just been ab
22. Temporary Misfortune (2)
Ken blinked.“Regularly?”“Yes,” the old man replied as though the matter had already been decided. “Other couriers ask too many questions and work too slowly.”His gaze swept over Ken from head to toe.“You're fast enough, and you've got a decent amount of guts.”The corner of Ken's mouth twitched slightly.'A decent amount of guts? More like a decent amount of bad luck...'Then the image of the stack of bills Adrian had tipped him flashed through his mind again.'...But the tip wasn't bad either.'He sighed inwardly.'Whatever. I'll just treat him as a VIP client.'Then, without realizing it, he muttered quietly, “Even though this client's kind of troublesome... and a little annoying.”“What?”The old man's eyebrows immediately rose.Ken instinctively straightened his posture.“Huh? Nothing, Grandpa.”His smile instantly turned awkward.“I was just saying... if you ever need another courier, feel free to call me.”For a few seconds, the old man simply looked at him before nodding in
21. Temporary Misfortune
He carefully tucked the money into his wallet.“Alright, sir. I'll deliver it back safely.”Mr. Adrian gave a brief nod.Ken gave a slight bow in greeting before turning around and leaving the meeting room.No one stopped him this time. More than a dozen pairs of eyes followed the young man until the door slowly closed behind him.Silence still filled the room. Several people still looked confused.They had just watched a courier barge into an important meeting, nearly get handed over to the police......and then leave carrying a tip large enough to make most of the people in the room jealous.The four security guards who had been the most aggressive could only stand there stiffly.One of them secretly glanced at Ken's wallet, where the money had just been tucked away.'Just for delivering a bag, he got a tip that big... Should I change careers?'Meanwhile, Ken had already left the building.The automatic doors slowly closed behind him.He paused for a moment on the front steps befor
20. Temporary Luck
“Let go!”Ken instinctively struggled to break free. He was still gripping the black leather bag tightly.One of the security guards immediately bowed toward the meeting participants.“We sincerely apologize for interrupting your meeting. This man forced his way in without permission.”He shot Ken a sharp glare.“We suspect he's an intruder. It's possible that he has criminal intentions.”The room immediately filled with whispers. Several people began looking at Ken with wary expressions.“I'm not an intruder!”Ken immediately protested.“I'm a delivery! I'm here to deliver a package to Mr. Adrian!”He raised the black leather bag to chest level.“The person who hired me was an old man named—”“Enough!” The security guard cut him off sharply, “Stop making up stories! Every intruder always has an excuse!”His grip on Ken's arm tightened.“We're handing you over to the police. Now come with us!”“Let go of me first! If you don't believe me, let Mr. Adrian see this package himself!”“You
19. Mission Failed?
Ken slowly pulled the bag back.“Sorry. Where is Mr. Adrian having his meeting?”The receptionist looked slightly puzzled.“At our branch office, East Central Tower B. It's not far from here.”She glanced at the watch on her wrist.“If you drive... it'll take around fifteen to twenty minutes.”The smile immediately disappeared from Ken's face. His eyes instinctively shifted to the countdown timer.00:14:21His heart began beating faster.Fifteen to twenty minutes meant that even if everything went perfectly, he would have almost no room for error.“Please. Which floor is he meeting on?”Seeing the seriousness on Ken's face, the receptionist quickly answered, “The thirteenth floor. Sapphire Meeting Room.”“Thank you.”Before the woman could say anything else, Ken had already turned around and sprinted out of the building as fast as he could.The automatic doors slid open.His electric scooter was still parked in front. He immediately jumped onto the seat, twisted the throttle to the li
18. The Mission Begins
Ken stared at the transparent red screen floating at the corner of his vision.[Accept Mission?][Yes] [No]His brows furrowed even deeper.“Forty-five minutes...” he muttered inwardly.His gaze slowly shifted toward the road packed with vehicles.He had delivered orders to the East Central Business District several times before, and he knew all too well that this time of day was every courier's worst nightmare.Traffic jams, long red lights, and endless lines of vehicles that barely seemed to move.If he was lucky, he could make it in under an hour. If luck wasn't on his side, it could take even longer.Ken gently bit his lower lip.“If I accept it and fail... wouldn't I just be wasting my time and energy?”His finger almost moved toward No, but just before making his choice, a thought crossed his mind.He raised his gaze.“System, if I reject the mission... does that count as a failure or not?”The moment he finished asking, the blue screen in front of him immediately changed.[Missi
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