The world was warm. Comfortable. Peaceful.
Lucky was deep in sleep, bundled in his blanket like the happiest burrito alive. His breathing was slow, steady curled under his blanket, one arm dangling off the bed, drool threatening to stain the pillow. In his dream, he was surrounded by floating OL cards, shimmering gold and rainbow, dropping endlessly like rain into his hands. His grin stretched ear to ear.
Jackpot. Eternal jackpot. I'll never be poor again
when a soft tap struck his shoulder
He groaned.
"Five more mins…" he mumbled, eyes still sealed shut, voice thick with drowsiness.
Another tap. Firmer.
He cracked one bleary eye open. A familiar figure stood over his bed, crimson hair cascading down her back, armor gleaming faintly in the dim dawn light that slipped through his broken window.
"Erza…?" Lucky croaked. His voice was thick with drowsiness. "What're you doing here? It's… it's too early. Five more minutes…"
He flopped back down rolling over like a turtle retreating into its shell.
For a moment, silence.
Then the blanket was yanked.
Cold air rushed over him. His eyes fluttered open, blurry and unfocused. He blinked slowly, trying to process what is happeining.
"Erza?" he croaked. "What… what time is it?"
"Time to train," she said, voice calm but final.
"Five more mins," he slurred, already pulling his head back under the nonexistent blanket.
This time, Erza didn't tap.
She acted.
With a swift motion, Erza had seized the edge of his cover like a rope, twisting it in one practiced motion until it cocooned Lucky tight. He wriggled helplessly, muffled protests spilling out.
"Erza! Wait, wait, WAIT !"
She didn't wait. With ease that spoke volumes about her training, she hoisted him up and slung him over her shoulder like a sack of potato. His muffled squirming only made her grip firmer.
"You said five more minutes," Erza replied, already striding toward the window. "Now you have five seconds."
By the time Lucky poked his head free, they were already halfway out the window. His eyes widened. The sky outside was still gray-blue, with the faintest hint of gold edging the horizon.
The sun wasn't even fully up.
"W–what time is it?" he demanded.
Erza, calm as ever, replied, "Five."
Lucky almost fainted. "FIVE?! As in five a.m.?! That's… that's illegal!"
"Discipline," Erza said firmly
"Five?! That's not a time! That's a crime!"
Erza crossed her arms. "It's the perfect time. The body is fresh. The mind is clear. The soul is ready."
Lucky groaned, flopping back onto the ground. "The soul is asleep."
CRASH.
She kicked the window open....again....
She vaulted through the window with him still dangling like a hostage, landing gracefully on the ground below
Lucky's world spun. Trees, stars, rooftops all blurred into a dizzying swirl as Erza sprinted through the sleeping town, his body bouncing with every step.
"Okay, okay!" he wheezed. "I'm up! I'm up!"
She didn't slow.
Lucky groaned. "Where are we going…?"
'Not that I don't know already…'
"To train."
He stared at her. "In the forest?"
"Yes."
Lucky let his head loll against her shoulder, defeated. "…I'll sleep on the way then."
And he did. By the time they reached the treeline, he was lightly snoring again, still tied in his blanket.
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When they reached the forest's edge, she finally stopped and dropped him gently onto the grass.
Lucky woke the second time when Erza set him on the ground. He blinked groggily, vision blurry, until the towering trees came into focus. A chorus of birds sang in the distance. The air was crisp, cool.
Erza stood before him, hands on hips, expression steely. "Wake up, Lucky. Let's begin."
Lucky groaned, rolled over, and mumbled into the dirt, "Five more minutes…"
Erza sighed. A flash of light flared around her as her magic activated. When Lucky cracked one eye open again, she stood holding a sword.
Lucky bolted upright. "All ready!" he blurted, snapping into a sitting position with the energy of a man who just saw his life flash before his eyes.
"Alright, alright!" he yelped, Stadning up. "No need for weapons!"
Erza's lips curled into the faintest smile. 'This child can be taught.'
"We need to test your body first," she said.
Lucky nodded weakly.
She reached into her magic and shing! re-equipped a suit of iron plate armor, small, child-sized, but gleaming in the dim light.
"Put it on."
Lucky stared at it. "That's… armor."
"Yes."
"For me?"
"Yes."
Lucky blinked between her face and the armor. "…You're joking."
"It's for your own good," Erza said firmly.
Every fiber of Lucky's soul screamed refuse, but her glare pinned him down. With trembling arms, he accepted the armor. It felt absurdly heavy even before he strapped it on.
When he finally finished, his shoulders sagged under the weight. His breathing grew labored. He could barely lift his arms.
"Follow me," Erza commanded. She broke into an easy jog, barely breaking a sweat.
Lucky watched her go, muttering, "How hard could it be?" He pushed himself forward.
Lucky tried to run.
He took one step.
Then face-planted into the dirt.
Erza stopped. Turned. Looked down at him.
"…You need to really train," she said.
Lucky, still on the ground, let out a long, defeated sigh.
She relented slightly, dismissing the iron armor and handing him a lighter chainmail set. Lucky gratefully strapped it on, immediately noticing the difference. It still dragged on his shoulders, but at least he could move.
They set off again. Fifteen minutes later, Lucky was drenched in sweat, panting like he was about to collapse
Erza finally slowed. "We can relax here."
Lucky nodded eagerly, ready to flop down until he remembered something.
Universal Core.
With a thought, he swapped mana for stamina and HP. Warmth surged through him, washing away fatigue. His pale face returned to normal. Strength filled his limbs again.
"We can continue," he said, smiling.
Erza raised an eyebrow. "You're pushing yourself."
"I know my body," Lucky said. "Don't worry."
She studied him. Then nodded.
For one hour, they jogged.
Lucky kept pace.
Inside, he was trading mana like a gambler at a casino burning through thousands of MP to keep his body functional.
But externally?
He looked fine.
When Erza finally stopped, she said, "Warm-up is done. Now, the real training begins."
Lucky's soul nearly left his body.
Lucky almost collapsed again. That was warm-up?!
She tossed him a wooden sword.
Lucky stared at it in horror. "…Erza, I don't use swords."
"That doesn't mean you'll never need to." She drew her own wooden blade, stance calm and focused. "You attack. I defend."
Lucky gripped the sword, took a deep breath, and charged.
WHACK.
The sword flew from his hands, clattering into the bushes. His fingers ached from the impact.
(⚆_⚆)
Lucky then Raised his fist as he was ready for a Fist fight. Like A certain mage who lost his Mana
(ง'̀-'́)ง
"Again,... Pick up your sword." Erza said firmly.
Lucky whimpered. Clones… I need clones to suffer with me… i need the OL
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as he picked up the sword.
And attacked.
And failed.
And failed.
And failed.
For four hours, he trained.
He couldn't land a single hit.
His arms were numb. His body screamed. His mana pool was down to 2,000.
By the fourth hour, he lay flat on his back, drenched in sweat, staring up at the sky. Even with the Universal Core keeping him alive, his spirit was crumbling.
Erza finally approached, hand outstretched. "That's enough. Let's return to the guild."
Lucky groaned, reached up, and let her pull him to his feet. Together, they walked back toward Magnolia.
In his mind, one thought echoed. This is torture.
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Far from Magnolia, in the cursed land of the Gate of Calamity, the clones gathered once more.
The air still crackled with the memory of lightning. Burned husks of flying mutants littered the ruins. And scattered across the scorched battlefield, dozens of glowing cards shimmered faintly.
Using portals carefully, retrieval squads snatched them up, one by one, pulling them into safety.
When the work was done, they regrouped in their makeshift camp. Out of the thousands deployed, about 150 clones had dissipated in the fighting. A small loss, but a loss nonetheless.
The second leading clone stood before them, posture straight, expression solemn.
"Brothers" he said, voice firm. "Today, one hundred fifty of us returned to nothing. They gave their existence so we could continue this fight. Their sacrifice will not be forgotten."
The crowd of clones bowed their heads. A ripple passed through the ranks. Some clapped. Others wiped imaginary tears from thier eyes.
Then, with sudden force, the leader raised his fist.
"And because of them, we will not stop. We will not falter. We will tear down that mountain of flesh until nothing remains. Victory will be ours!"
A roar erupted from the clones, unified and fierce.
But then, from the back, a lone voice called out.
"…Or," a clone said hesitantly, raising a hand, "hear me out. Why don't we farm it?"
Silence fell. All eyes turned to him.
The clone continued nervously. "Think about it. That mountain spawns endless zombies. Mutants. Flyers. Titans, maybe more. It's basically an unlimited OL factory. If we destroy it now, we lose a farming spot."
A murmur ran through the army. Heads nodded.
"…He has a point.""Endless farming…""We'd never run out of cards."
"also," the clone said. "And while we're here… maybe we'll find more."
Yes.
This wasn't just a battlefield.
It was a gold mine.
The leader frowned, then slowly smiled. "…Not bad."
Another clone smirked. "Same plan?"
"Same plan," the leader confirmed.
In unison, the entire army grinned. "SAME PLAN!"
They regrouped.
Portals opened.
Zombie hordes rushed in from the distance.
"Portal Creation Start."
The portals flared.
Explosions lit the horizon.
The clones smiled.
Then the ground shook.
It began as a faint tremor, then stronger, heavier, until pebbles danced across the cracked concrete. The clones turned, eyes narrowing.
And then they saw them.
Figures. Massive figures, rising from the horizon.
They weren't ordinary zombies. They weren't even mutants.
They were titans.
Towering monstrosities of rotting flesh and cracked bone, some armored in natural plates like grotesque shells. Their steps were slow, but each one devoured distance. Ten meters tall. Twenty. Some even higher. Their shadows swallowed ruined streets whole.
The clones froze.
"…They look like armored titans from Attack on Titan," one muttered.
"They're ugly enough," another replied.
"Portal strike! Same as before!" the leader barked.
Portals opened above the marching giants. Explosions rained down in violent bursts of fire and force.
When the smoke cleared…
The titans still walked.
Some were charred, patches of flesh burned black, but otherwise… intact.
The leader's eyes narrowed. "Again!"
Another volley. Another explosion. Same result.
A scientist clone cursed. "Fire resistance. or Just pure Resistance Guys test it With lightning damage?"
The leader's jaw clenched. "…So be it. Switch to lightning. Iron dust, wide spread!"
The skies blackened again with glittering particles. Lightning storms crashed down, arcs snapping between giants, searing their flesh. This time, roars of pain echoed.
Clear damage.
The clones hissed.
"That means every encounter… new resistances.""They're evolving.""The Flesh Mountain is adapting."
For a moment, tension weighed heavy. Then...
they laughed.
Because Lucky wasn't a one-trick mage.
He wasn't limited.
He had Solid Script.
And Solid Script meant versatility.
The entire army burst into laughter, manic and confident, even as the titans drew closer, their steps shaking the ground like war drums.
This wasn't fear.
This was excitement.
The battle was only beginning.
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Author note Here again as you guys have Realized Lucky doesn't get passive skill from his skill panel such as running skill, swordsmanship or weapon mastery this is not because his talent is limiting him it is Because the Skill panel not Recognize this as a skill him due to him Lacking 2 Main component
1 Gamer's body
2 Gamer's mind
My own theroy don't judge me if i get it wrong because of this two skills it allows the gamer (Han Jihan) to turn his random experience into a skill that can be used by him
And Lucky can use skills like swordmans ship but they will not appear on the Skill panel unless he Draws the skill from Lucky Draw and then add it to the Skill panel then if the normal skill is level 1 but because of Lucky own experience it will might become like level 55 just to make this clear why he is not unlocking passive or active skills.