Chapter 1: The 100% Luck System
A young girl with no friends since childhood and an unattractive appearance, she was bullied by others from a young age.
The young girl graduated and ran away from home to escape her family.
Her father was a heavy drinker, and her mother committed suicide due to excessive debt. Her life as a savage, from childhood to adulthood, was never happy. Emotions and feelings were shattered from a young age, causing her to hate the world.
As a result, the young girl murdered her father with a knife, surrounded by police cars.
A police officer shouted, "Killer! Surrender! I've seen how you murder your own father. You're so evil! You have no humanity!"
The young woman, dressed in blood-stained white, turned to the police with a smile that seemed to evoke joy. "Kamnueng is grateful, Kamnueng is cunning, Kamnueng is deceitful, Kamnueng is ridiculous. What do you think of me as? If you have vengeance, you must avenge it. If you have power, you must use it." Why must I forgive myself for enduring so much since childhood? If I had been lucky enough to be born into a better family, I wouldn't be like this. Don't underestimate my patience!
A policeman fired his gun. Bang!
The bullet pierced the woman's brain and she died. The woman's vision went black.
The darkness emitted a voice from the outside world. "Look, my dear! We have a beautiful daughter!" "Hahaha! This is my daughter! Hahaha! This is what we need to celebrate. Let's celebrate to the fullest!" The girl opened her eyes from the pitch-black darkness to reveal a large man dressed in green, martial arts-like clothing with green floral patterns, and a woman carrying him. This girl was a homely woman dressed in white, smiling as she treated the child like her own. The man, named Somen, had short black hair and a scar on his face. He was shaking the boy's cheek. The woman, with short, white hair reaching her neck, was named Serin.
Serin smiled and said, "From now on, your name is Seraph." Serin stared into Seraph's eyes, still stunned at the prospect of being reincarnated. Time passed.
A child sat under a tree with waist-length golden hair and eyes that shone with a deep golden glow. A beautiful face and the golden-colored clothing of a warrior were reading a book with the word "luck" written on it. His name was Seraph. Seraph was reading with a calm expression, seemingly uninterested in anyone. Under a green tree three times the size of a tree, a fresh breeze blew by, accompanied by the sun. Seraph closed the book, and in front of him stood a rectangular box that looked like a golden system with the number 100 luck written on it.
Seraph thought, "Since I was reincarnated, many things have happened. My family is of middle status, not very wealthy, and I can make a living. This world is a world of martial artists who train. Strength is everything. It's divided into five regions that rule the entire world. This village is called Gollen, and the region I live in is August. I'm going to a school to test my qualifications as a cultivator. I'm currently sitting in the breeze, waiting for the carriage to arrive. I'm five years old." Seraph was sitting in the breeze when a young woman hurriedly ran up, dressed in white and with waist-length white hair. Her white eyes and beautiful face captivated any man. She hung an object shaped like a small, index finger-sized book. Her name was Seria, a year younger than Seraph, and she was Seraph's younger sister.
Seria arrived with a smile on her face. "My father's sister sent me to meet you. She said she was leaving soon." "Hmm." Seraph stood up and grabbed the book, walking unhurriedly with a calm expression. Seria followed closely. "It looks like there's a village martial arts competition for a level 2 magical artifact. Are you interested in joining?" "No, if you can join, I'll die in your place. A martial arts competition isn't easy to win. There's still plenty of time. If you want it, just wait until you become a cultivator."
Seria followed, seeing many villagers preparing for the competition for a level 2 magical artifact. "What magical artifact are they competing for?" "Heh heh heh, don't you know? How curious! Are you kidding me?" „ "What do you say? How interesting the competition will be depends on the magical abilities that are set up. „ "I guess you don't really know. Even though you are this powerful, you don't know. But never mind. The competition for a magical item called Luck. „ "Luck, huh?" „ "Are you interested, elder sister? If you participate, there are no rules for the competition. „ "Is that so? Actually, I want to participate, but I definitely won't be able to fight. „ « There are many magical items that are divided into nine levels: low, high, and medium. They are divided by level. Those who use higher-level magical items have an advantage. This causes people to compete to grab magical items to practice. There is no strongest item. There is only the strongest user. It is a term used by martial artists all over the world. » Seraph who was walking with Seria saw a carriage speeding on the road with the carriage whose driver could not control it. The horse's frame was shaky as if its wheels were broken. "Move over, move over. I have to pass this way. My carriage is out of control!!! „ The carriage is out of control and is about to crash into Seraph. Seria shouted, "Aaaaaahh!!!" Seraph stood there looking at her without fear, his face still calm. "Is this 100 Luck System good or bad?" A man ran over Standing in front of Seraph, whoosh! Boom! A large man, around twenty years old, reached out his right hand to the charging horse and swung his hand to grab the horse's head and slam it into the ground. Boom! The berserk horse was knocked unconscious by the man's hand. This man had short black hair, a sword at his waist, and a black robe. His name was Jusong.
Jusong looked at the unconscious horse and looked at the people hurriedly getting out of the carriage. An elderly man with long black hair, wearing a luxurious gold robe, got out, looking like an old man. His name was Agen. Agen got out and bowed his head in sincere apology, as the villagers looked at Jusong. "I'm truly sorry. We didn't know this would happen. I'm truly sorry." Jusong nodded. "You better be more careful next time. If I hadn't stopped you, those two kids would have been seriously injured." Agen stood in front of Seraph and handed him a silver coin. "This old girl, I truly apologize." I didn't think something like this would happen.
"It's fine. Neither of us is hurt, so it's fine." Seraph refused with a straight face. Agen reached out to grab Seraph's hand and handed him a silver coin before returning to the carriage. Seraph turned to look at Seria, who had stopped screaming and was in tears. Seraph reached out to pat Seria's head until she stopped crying. Seraph turned to look at Jusong. "Thank you very much. I have to go now. I'll be going then." Seraph grabbed Seria's arm and walked away.
Jusong smiled suspiciously. "You're a kid who thanks you so quickly. We haven't even had a chance to talk yet. But never mind, it's none of my business. This alone has already established a reputation as a good person. It was the right decision to secretly set a trap in the carriage to cause an accident so the villagers would cheer me on. This is the taste of happiness from doing good." The villagers praised Jusong.
As Seraph walked by, he saw an old woman wanting to eat. By finding scraps of food from the trash can. An old woman is searching for scraps of food in the trash can. Seraph, who is looking at the silver coin he just got, walks to the old woman who is searching for scraps of food and tells Seria to wait a moment. Seraph walks behind the old woman and throws one silver coin into another trash can that the young woman is searching for. Seraph throws one silver coin and leaves. The young woman who is searching for scraps of food hurriedly turns to look at the other trash can. The young woman picks it up and looks at it in shock. "This is a silver coin. Doesn't that blonde girl know its value!?" The young woman hurriedly hides the silver coin in fear of others seeing. But luckily, the people around are busy with their daily lives, making it difficult for them to have time to pay attention to the young woman who is searching for scraps of food in the trash can. Time passed, the young woman who picked up the silver coin from Seraph ran in a hurry. The young woman ran to a place. It was like a market that They were selling their wares while people strolled by with ease. The young woman spotted a gambling den in a market. People in elegant attire walked into the den. She grabbed a single coin and sat down. In front of her was a rotating machine with a huge amount of gold coins. She smiled excitedly. "This time, I'm going to try my luck. I've already invested a huge amount to win money from this machine by tossing coins." The young woman placed a single silver coin in front of the machine. The machine with the huge amount of coins sucked it in. The gold coins began to spin like a whirlwind. Boom! Three numbers appeared in front of her, still spinning like a slot machine. Another place where Seraph was walking, a curious Seria asked, "What a shame, big sister. You threw away a single silver coin. You can buy so much. What a waste!" Seria expressed regret at having the money in front of her, but her brother, out of nowhere, threw it away so easily. Seraph remained cold. "The silver coin I got is connected to that young woman."
"What do you mean again?" "
"What about the line of luck?"
The place where the woman had brought money to play the slots, the three numbers appeared to form the letters O O O. The slot machine sounded like a loud bang! Ping! Ping! Ping! The woman gasped in shock. A seemingly endless stream of gold coins poured out. People passing by reacted with shock. "Look, someone won!!" "That guy's gone crazy!" "Hey, look at how much gold is pouring out!" "This woman is so lucky!!" The woman who won the lottery said, "Thank God!" And then, the whole place erupted in laughter.