I Become Lucky After the Game Arrived C2

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Chapter 2

Giving up is not an option.

Never in this lifetime.

The Cactus Ball’s thorns looked like iron, glinting with a cold light under the sun—they were clearly extraordinary.

If he gave up on these thorns, Ou Zeyan couldn’t imagine finding a better weapon.

But how could he get them?

Just as he was lost in thought, the same music from before started playing again.

[Congratulations to Guxia District player Xie Qilin for successfully killing a Mutant Cockroach and securing the First Kill. Reward: 100 Points.]

[Leaderboard, Trading House, and World Chat are now open. Players can summon the System Page at any time to view them.]

“!!!”

Ou Zeyan’s thoughts were interrupted by the system announcement. His amber eyes widened in astonishment.

So soon? Someone already killed a Mutant! And it was a Mutated Animal!

Ou Zeyan’s gaze shifted to the Cactus Ball, then to the horribly mangled Mutant Ant, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Ants he used to crush without a second thought were now armored in hard shells and armed with sharp “weapons.”

The Cactus Ball was even more ferocious, instantly killing other creatures.

To kill a Mutant Cockroach this quickly… How powerful must that person be?

What kind of monster is this guy?

But Ou Zeyan didn’t dwell on it for long. He quickly opened the game’s System Page.

No matter how powerful that player was, it wasn’t as important as the new system features.

It wasn’t just him; almost everyone’s attention was focused on the system.

The System Page was a semi-transparent blue light screen floating in the air.

The first things that caught his eye were the large, clear words: Backpack, Friends, Trading House, Leaderboard, Points, and Chat Channel.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ou Zeyan tapped directly into the Chat Channel.

Countless messages flooded the chat, the text scrolling past so quickly it was a blur. He couldn’t make out a single word.

Squinting, he took a closer look and realized it truly was the World Chat. People from every country were posting here, creating a chaotic jumble of text.

The Chat Channel could be switched. The World Channel was global, while the Regional Channel was for each country’s own national chat. There was also the Private Chat Channel and the System Channel, both of which were completely empty.

After a bit of exploring, Ou Zeyan discovered that all the IDs in the chat were real names. Duplicate names were distinguished by different numbers following them, ensuring no two were identical.

The chat was filled with discussions about the world’s transformation and the System. Ou Zeyan had no interest in reading them and immediately searched for his parents’ names on the friends page.

To his dismay, there was no response—no acceptance, no rejection.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he tried to reassure himself. “Maybe there are people with the same name. I might have added the wrong person.”

Ou Zeyan comforted himself by adding numbers after their names and continuously sending out friend requests.

Ding.

A friend request was accepted. Ou Zeyan was overjoyed, only to quickly realize the person wasn’t his parent—just someone with the same name.

He completely forgot about the rest of the system’s features and stopped messing with the cactus ball. He just sat on the ground, tirelessly searching for his parents.

But two hours passed, and he still found nothing.

Ou Zeyan lowered his head, sitting motionless with a vacant stare. He remained silent for a long, long time.

He only snapped back to reality when the system pinged with a notification.

[Player Zhou Ran has sent a friend request. Accept?]

Zhou Ran?

Ou Zeyan rejected the request without a hint of emotion. Why was his scumbag ex-boyfriend trying to add him?

Even in the apocalypse, he wasn’t about to start collecting trash.

The interruption completely snapped him out of his despair.

His parents hadn’t accepted his friend request. Maybe they were busy right now, or… maybe they would later. There was no rush.

Ou Zeyan refused to believe the worst. He kept telling himself his parents were fine.

No matter what, he had to survive. Only by surviving could he keep hope alive.

He closed the friend request page and opened the Leaderboard.

The top player was Xie Qilin, who had scored the first kill of a Mutant Cockroach. His score was 146.

The rest of the players, however, all had scores under 30.

He wondered how many points a single draw from the Exchange Pillar would cost.

Ou Zeyan closed the Leaderboard and opened the Trading House. It was completely empty.

It seems no one has exchanged anything yet.

He glanced at the System’s clock, opened and then closed his empty backpack, and exited the System. His gaze returned to the cactus ball in the living room.

The System was simple enough that it didn’t require much study. On the other hand, he needed to carefully examine the cactus ball’s spines.

After a moment’s thought, Ou Zeyan decided to go look for something useful.

Just as he was climbing out the window, one foot already on the sill, he suddenly stopped.

Glancing down at his slippers, an idea struck him.

These soles are made of genuine cowhide tendon.

They’re definitely tougher than vines!

Without a second thought, Ou Zeyan returned to the living room and crouched at the very edge of the safe distance he had established.

Grasping the slipper by the heel, he began to slowly—super slowly—edge it forward.

The moment the slipper entered the Cactus Ball’s attack range, a thick, long spine shot straight at it.

The sudden, lightning-fast attack made Ou Zeyan’s pupils shrink in shock. A gasp nearly escaped his lips.

Yet, the more tense and critical the situation became, the calmer he grew.

Though his heart hammered against his ribs, his body remained perfectly still.

In a flash, a spine had impaled the center of the slipper.

Ou Zeyan’s hand was only about three centimeters away from the spine.

A mere fraction of an inch, and his hand would have been pierced through.

Cold sweat trickled down Ou Zeyan’s forehead, but he couldn’t spare a moment to wipe it away. He focused all his strength on pulling the slipper back.

The spine was embedded deep, forcing him to apply even more force. Yet he dared not make any sudden moves, terrified that the Cactus Ball might launch another spine and pin the slipper to the floor for good.

With no other choice, Ou Zeyan had to move with excruciating slowness, avoiding any abrupt motions.

Screech—

The slipper, nailed firmly to the ground, was finally yanked free, letting out a sharp sound.

Ou Zeyan’s breath hitched in terror.

Fortunately, the slipper was still impaled on the spine, but he had already pulled it out of the Cactus Ball’s attack range. It was now positioned on the bottom third of the spine.

Seeing that the Cactus Ball remained still, Ou Zeyan let out a long, shaky breath.

The spine was already leaning. He saw a glimmer of hope.

He carefully rotated the slipper, turning it from a vertical to a horizontal position. Gripping both sides with his hands, he slowly slid the slipper upward, simultaneously pressing down hard on the spine.

The spine tilted further and further until Ou Zeyan successfully grasped its thick base.

He let go of the slipper, clenched the base of the spine with both hands, and yanked it violently from the ground.

Success!

Ou Zeyan scooped up his shoe—now with a gaping hole—and slipped it on carelessly. He then hurried out of the living room, clutching the heavy, substantial cactus spine.

Back in his bedroom, Ou Zeyan eagerly ran his hand over the spine before slamming it down hard against the windowsill.

Thud!

The spine remained unscathed, but a few stone chips flew off the windowsill.

Ou Zeyan’s eyes lit up. He then drove the sharp tip of the spine into the windowsill.

Ugh… Ou Zeyan wasn’t very strong, so he couldn’t carve a deep pit into the stone, but he did manage to leave a shallow indentation.

Most importantly, the tip of the cactus spine remained sharp and fine, neither broken nor worn flat.

This weapon is incredible, he thought. No wonder it could pierce ants so easily.

Ou Zeyan couldn’t bear to put it down. He stroked the spine a couple of times, then tore a strip of fabric from the hem of his shirt and carefully wrapped it around the base of the spine.

The spine was too smooth. Wrapping it in cloth would prevent it from slipping and make it easier to grip. After all, if his weapon slipped out of his hand during a fight, Ou Zeyan would be absolutely furious.

With his weapon ready, Ou Zeyan loosened his stiff body and poked his head out the window.

The garden outside was overgrown with weeds. Though lush, there were no mutated plants.

Safe.

Ou Zeyan didn’t rush out. Instead, he used the vine to thrash the grass, and only after confirming no insects emerged did he grip the spike and lean out the window.

Just as he was studying the best way to jump down and wondering if the thick grass would cushion his fall, his foot slipped. He lost his balance and tumbled out.

“Shit!”

Ou Zeyan flailed, trying to regain his footing, but it was too late.

As he braced for a face-plant, he instinctively thrust his hands out to break the fall, driving the spike deep into the ground.

The fall left him shaken. He felt a strange sensation as the spike pierced the earth, but before he could process it, the ground shuddered.

An earthquake?!

Having just steadied himself, Ou Zeyan jammed the spike deeper into the soil, desperate to keep from being thrown off balance.

But it was precisely this action that caused the “earthquake” to intensify.

Something burst from the ground, its body writhing violently.

Ou Zeyan was struck squarely, sent flying backward until he slammed into the garden wall. His face instantly drained of all color.

So much pain!

It was only then that Ou Zeyan saw clearly what had thrown him.

A giant creature, half a meter thick and several meters long.

It looked like a snake, but its color and skin were wrong. It looked like… an earthworm!

Ou Zeyan’s pupils dilated in shock. Staring at the colossal earthworm’s continuously twitching and writhing body, he ignored the pain in his own limbs and scrambled out of the garden on all fours, putting as much distance between himself and the creature as possible.

The earthworm emerged from the soil. Ou Zeyan watched in shock as it writhed in agony across the garden, a cactus spine embedded deep in its head.

Flowers and plants were crushed, and small trees were knocked over as the giant earthworm thrashed wildly, unable to dislodge the spine. 

Gradually, its movements slowed.

After a long moment, it stopped.

At the same time, a system notification flashed:

[ You have slain the Mutated Earthworm. +20 Points. ]

Ou Zeyan, who had been watching from the sidelines, was completely dumbfounded. He never imagined that a simple slip of his foot could somehow drive the spine into the giant earthworm’s head.

These 20 points had come far too easily.

Having been plagued by bad luck for over twenty years, Ou Zeyan was stunned by his own sudden stroke of fortune.

His steps felt light and unsteady, as if he were drunk, as he approached the earthworm. Fighting back nausea, he pulled the cactus spine from its head.

Seeing the sticky, unknown fluid coating the spine, Ou Zeyan gagged. He quickly wiped it clean on the bushes before hurrying out of the garden.

Just as he left the garden and turned a corner, Ou Zeyan spotted a cylindrical object emitting a brilliant glow in his own yard.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and a stunned “Holy shit!” escaped his lips.

What’s going on?!

How—how could his luck be this good???

Reeling from the shock, Ou Zeyan cautiously scanned the area around the pillar of light. Only after confirming there was no danger did he approach.

As he tentatively touched the pillar, the System Page automatically popped up.

[ Detected: Player has 20 Points. You can draw from the Common Prize Pool. Would you like to draw a Supply Card? ]

O!M!G!

Ou Zeyan was speechless. He couldn’t believe his luck had actually held.

He’d killed the Mutated Earthworm so easily, and now he’d found an Exchange Pillar…

Trembling with shock, Ou Zeyan’s hand accidentally tapped the “Draw” button. Instantly, the System Page erupted in a golden light.

[ You have obtained [Absolute Safe House (Gold)] ]

[ Absolute Safe House (Gold): It’s so dangerous outside, baby needs to go home! ]

Card Description: The player can place the Safe House anywhere at will. When the door is closed, the Safe House is absolutely safe, immune to all damage! It isolates all dangers!

No player may enter without the owner’s permission.

After placement, the Safe House can be used continuously. Once retrieved, it can be reused after a 7-day cooldown.

Upon binding, it will not be dropped upon death.

System Note: In the ordinary card pool, there is only a one-in-ten-billion chance of drawing a Gold Card, and among Gold Cards, there is only a 1% chance of drawing the Safe House.

[Player, you are truly the Chosen Luck Emperor!]

Ou Zeyan read the card description over and over again, his mind completely blank.

Him, the Chosen Luck Emperor?

O_O

“Holy shit!??!”

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