My Girlfriend Betrayed Me—Yet I Became the World’s Hero!

Favored by the Goddess of Luck

Four-Favored by the Goddess of Luck

Jones walked down the street toward the trading house.

“I’ve got the mithril… but I still need Titan cores and Ice Crystal Marrow,” he muttered to himself.

Titan cores came from monsters. You had to fight for them—and even then, there was only about a ten percent chance of harvesting one from a corpse. Each core cost one hundred thousand.

One hundred cores meant ten million.

And that wasn’t all. To perform the ritual and forge a contract with the Infernal Flame Demon, he would also need Ice Crystal Marrow—another material that would cost roughly ten million.

He didn’t have enough money.

That was why he hadn’t repaid the five million he owed Norman Academy on the spot. Now that he had made up his mind, Jones was ready to go all in—whatever it took to control the SS-rank Titan, the Infernal Flame Demon.

Before he knew it, he had arrived.

Under the night sky, a gilded sign gleamed above the entrance, bearing four bold characters—

Blackwater Trading Company.

The largest chain trading house in the world, catering exclusively to heroes.

The moment Jones stepped inside, a uniformed saleswoman approached him with a polite smile. She showed no trace of disdain for his plain clothes. Instead, she asked respectfully,

“Sir, how may I assist you?”

“I need Ice Crystal Marrow. And one hundred Titan cores.”

As he spoke, he handed over a black card trimmed in gold.

The woman’s gaze locked onto the card. A flicker of emotion crossed her face, her already striking figure made even more eye-catching by the fitted uniform.

She recognized it instantly.

A Chase Bank black card—custom-issued to the elite. Only the most powerful and influential individuals possessed one.

“Sir, please follow me to the VIP lounge. We’ll prepare your materials as quickly as possible.”

Guided by the attendant, Jones entered a lavish VIP room.

He had barely taken a step inside when someone slammed into him.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot!”

The man in a white evening suit exploded with anger, shifting all the blame onto Jones. He glanced at his now-empty champagne glass, then at the stain on his suit, and finally at Jones’s ordinary clothes.

“Has Blackwater fallen this far? Letting just anyone into the VIP room? People like you lower the standard just by being here!”

He jabbed a finger toward Jones’s face.

“Now get on your knees, lick my shoes clean, and crawl out of here. Do that, and I might forgive you. Otherwise, the entire Dupont family will make sure you regret it.”

Jones was about to respond when a familiar voice echoed in his mind once more.

“The Chosen One, you have reached a fork in the river of time. Make your choice.”

Option One: Kneel, apologize, and crawl out of the VIP lounge.

Reward: 500,000.

…

Option Two: Confront the man directly. Provoke him into anger and lure him into a wager of any kind.

Reward: 10,000,000 (credited directly to your black card), Ability—Favor of the Goddess of Luck.

…

A wager. Ten million. The favor of a goddess.

Jones was short exactly ten million.

If he wanted to survive—if he wanted to truly control the SS-rank Infernal Flame Demon and rise as a legendary hero—then Option Two wasn’t just tempting. It was necessary.

And Favor of the Goddess of Luck… any ability tied to a divine force wouldn’t disappoint.

As for the Dupont family?

Yes, they were the third most powerful family in Dusk City. But Jones, with less than three months to live, already standing at the edge of a cliff—what did he have left to fear?

The attendant opened her mouth to intervene, but Jones raised a hand, stopping her.

“Is this really the kind of person the Dupont family produces?” he said coolly. “You’re not just ugly—you’ve got terrible taste in clothes too.”

The insult lit the man’s fury like gasoline.

He instinctively moved to call his bodyguards, only to remember—this was Blackwater’s VIP lounge. Guards weren’t allowed inside.

Enraged, he reached toward his waist to draw a gun—

But Jones spoke again, his tone light.

“This is Blackwater. Are you sure you want to pull that out?”

The man froze.

Anger flickered into fear.

The last person who had caused trouble here had belonged to Dusk City’s second most powerful family—

Or rather, what used to be the second most powerful family.

Now, they were history.

“If you want me out,” Jones said lazily, pointing at him, “then let’s make it interesting. We gamble. The loser strips and rolls out of Blackwater.”

“Well said. Very well said!” The man sneered. “I’m the heir to the Dupont family. Tonight, you’ll be begging for forgiveness in hell. As for gambling—why should I waste my time on some broke nobody like you?”

Jones remained calm.

“Or… are you afraid?”

He paused deliberately, then drawled,

“After today, everyone in this room will tell their friends that the heir of the Dupont family is a coward—too scared to even accept a wager. Your family will become the laughingstock of Dusk City.”

The man’s expression stiffened as he glanced around.

Only then did he notice the looks—amused, mocking.

One elegantly dressed young man raised an eyebrow and chuckled,

“Karl, that’s about what I expected from you. Don’t bother gambling—you’ll just embarrass your family with that rotten luck of yours.”

“Julian…” Karl inhaled sharply, forcing down his anger. The other man was the heir to the second most powerful family—someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

Now he felt like he was being roasted alive.

“Fine!” Karl snapped. “We’ll gamble. And we raise the stakes—another ten million!”

A cruel smile spread across his face.

He was no stranger to the tables. His skills far surpassed this poorly dressed nobody.

In his mind, the outcome was already decided.

If Jones couldn’t produce the money? Simple.

He’d pay with his life.

There was no way this guy could come up with another ten million—

And when he lost everything, Karl would make sure he suffered for it.

Then, in the next moment—

Jones produced the black card.

Karl’s eyes widened.

Damn it.

That card—issued by Chase Bank—was reserved for the elite. Could this shabby-looking guy really have ten million?

No.

Impossible.

It had to be fake!

He must have used a counterfeit card to trick his way into the VIP lounge.

Karl was certain of it—but he chose not to expose him. Instead, he sneered inwardly.

Once the kid lost, he’d force him to repay the debt with his life—right here, in front of everyone.

Under the attendant’s guidance, a roulette wheel was brought in.

The game began.

At that same moment, the familiar voice echoed again in Jones’s mind.

“The Chosen One, you have completed Option Two. Dispensing reward.”

“You have acquired the ability—Favor of the Goddess of Luck. Once activated, it greatly enhances your luck, turning the impossible into possible. Usable once per day.”

Jones raised an eyebrow.

With this ability…

Maybe the stakes of this game could go even higher.

Across from him, Karl suddenly felt a chill crawl down his spine.