“My name is Yue. I just defeated the evil lawyer, obtained a million in inheritance, and am now being swept out the door.”
Ring ring ring♪—
Yue stared hard at the green [Accept] button.
“Calling at a time like this…”
“Just from the inheritance in her own hands she already inferred that I basically walked away with nothing…”
Yue tapped [Decline] without the slightest hesitation.
[I’m fine I wasn’t plotted against over the inheritance I wasn’t set up and I definitely didn’t take the one million and get lost]
What kind of joke was that?
He was terrible at lying, okay?
He glanced sideways at the surveillance camera mounted on the wall, shook his head, bent down to pick up the [Heads Coin], brushed off the dust, and turned back into the villa.
From beginning to end, he never looked at that gold card again.
A mere one million. The entire Lin Group was the result of his luck.
Leave it, then. When his little sister came chasing after him later, that gold card would serve as physical evidence. A quick check of the indoor cameras, and the lawyer’s subsequent fate would be obvious.
He went up to the second floor, returned to the bedroom, and began packing his things.
After all, from the moment he signed and sealed the [Resolution], this villa no longer had room for him. Better to leave early.
This way, it would be better for everyone.
Yue had originally been an orphan, adopted by a couple who had failed in business and been struck with retaliatory blows by commercial rivals until they became infertile.
His thinking at the time had been simple. He only wanted a warm home, so he used his Heaven-Chosen Skill to transfer most of his luck onto them as repayment.
Under the blessing of his luck, his adoptive parents quickly made a fortune, then encountered a divine physician and a noble benefactor who cured their stubborn infertility and allowed them to give birth to a lovely daughter.
Up to this point in the story, everything still seemed beautiful.
Pity that people change.
When a person has nothing, they fear nothing, because they already have nothing left to lose.
But once a person grows wealthy, especially after something precious is lost and then regained, they begin to fret over gains and losses.
After all, Yue was only their adopted child. Without the bond of blood, even the deepest feelings would be diluted by money.
The more interests involved, the faster the feelings scattered.
In the end, when their company’s total assets reached five hundred million, which was the year Yue turned twelve, that couple took their daughter and left him.
Yue did not actually blame them.
Nor did he blame that little sister who had been close to him since childhood.
Yue believed all of this was his own doing.
He was the one who had spoiled them.
Forget it.
If they wanted to cut ties, then let them be cut.
Yue sighed, crumpled the will into a ball, and tossed it into the trash.
He pulled out a black messenger bag and stuffed in a notebook, a drawing tablet, his phone, and a few T-shirts and shorts.
There were also several cards—
A silver card, a blue card, an ID card, a medical insurance card…
The silver card held 520,000, living expenses his adoptive parents had sent over seven years. Yue had not touched a single cent.
The blue card held more than two million he had earned himself through fortune-telling, street performances, livestreams, drawing, and writing novels. Whatever made money, he did it.
Although new platform regulations plus the impact of AI had shrunk the income from his main drawing work quite a bit…
Yue was still glad of the choice he had made back then, because it had taught him how to learn and how to face life alone.
True, he could control luck.
Lottery, stocks, jade… as long as he wanted, overnight riches would be as easy as eating and drinking.
But he did not want to do that.
Because… [Luck Control] still had one enormous side effect, and it was the kind Yue was extremely unwilling to accept.
He stuffed the cards into the bag, then took a set of pure black hooded clothes from the depths of the wardrobe—custom-made from the organization a long time ago.
The hem of the clothes was very “long,” though that referred to the proportions.
In reality it was tiny, even miniature. It was not even in the same weight class as Yue’s current build and was clearly nothing the present him could wear. That size looked more like something a little kid would put on.
Yue tossed it aside, picked up his phone, and sat on the bed. On the screen was a picture of a small villa, and below it a string of numbers:
6,200,000.
Seven years, and Yue had not even saved half.
The down payment was more than enough, but he did not want to pay in installments. He wanted to buy it outright.
Yet the Yue of this moment could not manage that at all without using his ability.
As expected.
Better go buy a few lottery tickets first.
He neither wanted to be kept by Young Lady Lin nor wanted to stay in a hotel. If he did not do this, he really would have nowhere to go…
Sleeping on the street was out of the question!
Yue sighed and began to activate his Heaven-Chosen Skill, transferring the company’s luck onto himself.
Because the quantity of luck was truly terrifying, he spent a full half hour and only managed to take back one-third of the company’s total luck.
An indescribable sensation flowed through his limbs and bones…
Yue looked down. The shorts that had fit him perfectly had already slid to the floor, and the oversized T-shirt hung on her like a dress, leaving only slender, tender-white calves exposed.
Just as he had said, he had once been a street magician, and his best trick was making a living person vanish…
As expected…
After so many years, he had still changed back into this appearance…
Even while sitting, he could feel the height of his field of view drop by a large chunk. Sitting on the edge of the bed, those exquisite little feet like ice cream could not reach the ground and could only dangle in the air, swaying faintly.
He hopped down from the bed and drifted over to the full-length mirror with steps that almost seemed to float, and saw a petite figure just over 1.3 meters tall.
Soft, slightly wavy golden hair fell to the waist. Flawless, fair skin looked springy and moist. The features were exquisitely refined, delicate with a faint trace of melancholy. Combined with the way the oversized T-shirt that had lost its lower half highlighted the little person’s petite cuteness, just standing there crisply was enough to make pity well up uncontrollably in anyone’s heart.
Of course, it would have been even better if this child were not him.
Sigh. That’s right. This is the side effect of excessive good luck—the body materializes into a perfect, angelically flawless loli.
And the greater the total luck on the body, the more outrageous this situation becomes…
As a normal young man with upright values, Yue expressed strong condemnation of this “turn into a loli” setting. That was also why he so rejected adding luck to himself.
But when you live under someone else’s roof you have to bow your head. A man with money is a real man; a man without money is just hard up. This loli form was one he had no choice but to become!
Last time. This was absolutely the last time.
In any case, hurry up and buy the lottery tickets, then change back the instant the drawing was over.
A beauty that brings disaster. This current state was far too troublesome.
It was not that after turning into a loli he had lost the joystick and his strength and become delicate and weak, which would be dangerous.
In fact, the [Strong Luck] form was bug-level when it came to safety.
Go play Russian roulette in a casino with a six-shot revolver loaded with six bullets, and it would still fire one blank.
Fire six times, six blanks.
Load another six and fire, and good grief, the gun would break…
This did not mean [Luck Control] could defy the basic rules of the world. It only advanced the possibilities that were favorable to Yue.
Therefore that kind of advancement had to be repaid.
Take coin flips, for example. If Yue landed heads ten times in a row, then this same coin in someone else’s hand would have to spit tails ten times in a row.
That was also how the [Heads Coin] had been made.
And if he made someone else unlucky, Yue himself would follow into misfortune.
But none of that was the most troublesome part.
What Yue found most troublesome was this body itself. He did not want to be stared at all day and become the object of other people’s fantasies.
Just thinking about that kind of thing made him feel sick.
As for whether he himself would have any special thoughts about the current body…
Cute was very cute, only…
Yue looked toward the mirror, at the barren little chest behind the oversized white T-shirt where the traces of ribs were faintly visible, and covered his forehead with a sigh.
This damn thing is as flat as a washboard. What thoughts could there even be?
Wash clothes on it or something?
That’s even weirder!