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dropped to the corner of the screen, searching for fine print, strange conditions, or even words saying it couldn’t be withdrawn.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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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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