I Become Lucky After the Game Arrived C4

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Chapter 4

As Ou Zeyan’s intense desire to “change back” surged, the Magical Fairy Crystal Chain emitted a glow, enveloping him once more.

The pink dress transformed back into ordinary clothes. Ou Zeyan, his face flushed red—whether from shame or fury, it was hard to tell—let out a heavy sigh of relief. He then turned his rage on the Magical Fairy Crystal Chain.

“What kind of cursed thing is this!”

How could it transform me without warning? It didn’t even give me a chance to react!

Thank goodness I’m at home and no one saw. Otherwise, my reputation would be ruined, and I’d suffer a total social death.

Even if I like men, I don’t have a skirt-wearing fetish!

This is absolutely killing me.

Ou Zeyan picked up the butterfly necklace he had thrown aside, quickly stowed it in his backpack, and refused to glance at it again.

He would never use this thing again. Even if it was a Magical Item, or could even be used as a weapon, he refused.

Maybe I should just list it on the Trading House and sell it.

With a thought, Ou Zeyan immediately opened the System Page.

He hadn’t expected to find so many items listed in the Trading House.

Scanning the listings, he spotted a familiar name: Xie Qilin.

He glanced at the Points Leaderboard and confirmed that Xie Qilin’s name was indeed missing from the top ranks.

Looks like he used his points for a draw. I wonder what he got… Ou Zeyan curiously tapped on Xie Qilin’s listings.

[Air Conditioner Blanket (White)] [Small Wooden Table (White)] [Mango Sticky Rice (Blue)] [Plastic Bucket (White)]

Ou Zeyan’s eyes widened. “He actually pulled White Cards!”

The words had barely left his lips before he facepalmed in exasperation. Damn it, I’ve really gotten ahead of myself. How dare I talk so arrogantly?

In the past, he would have been the one pulling a bunch of White Cards.

“I’m getting too full of myself,” Ou Zeyan muttered, then sent a private message to Xie Qilin through the Trading House.

[Ou Zeyan: Hello, I see you’re looking for an item trade. What are you looking for?]

Xie Qilin didn’t reply—probably busy. Ou Zeyan wasn’t in a hurry. He opened his backpack, took out the Lunch Box Card, and prepared to enjoy his meal.

The bento box was still steaming when he took it out. Seeing the shredded pork with garlic sauce, shredded potatoes, minced garlic lettuce, and a generous portion of rice, Ou Zeyan’s face lit up with a delighted smile.

“No wonder the System said the portion is huge. I can eat this for two meals!”

Ou Zeyan sat on the ground, unwrapped the bento, picked up the disposable chopsticks it came with, and started stuffing mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

“Mmph—so good! How could the System say this tastes bad? It’s delicious!”

The rice and vegetables were fresh. Although they had the distinct flavor of large-scale cafeteria food, the taste wasn’t bad at all.

After a thrillingly intense morning, Ou Zeyan’s stomach had been growling for a long time, making the meal taste even more delicious.

He ate so hastily that he choked. Just as he pulled the Magic Kettle from his bag, it flew over on its own to give him a drink.

“What a great kettle!” Ou Zeyan praised, being pampered.

The kettle twisted its body, and steam puffed out of its spout, striking a shy and coquettish pose.

Ou Zeyan couldn’t help but laugh.

Being alone was actually quite boring, but having a lively little kettle to keep him company wasn’t bad at all.

After eating half of his boxed meal, Ou Zeyan felt a slight sense of fullness. He stopped eating and tucked it into his backpack, planning to finish it for dinner.

With no shortage of water, Ou Zeyan happily drank the entire kettle’s worth. As he watched the water inside refresh, he let out a long, satisfied burp.

“Pure bliss~”

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Ou Zeyan reopened the Trading House and began browsing the items others had listed.

Aside from Xie Qilin, everyone else had listed only one or two cards at most. Most of the cards were white, with a few blue ones. The items themselves were a chaotic jumble.

There was a single electrical wire, a pair of size 45 shoes, a locust tree, a desk lamp, and so on.

Ou Zeyan’s eye caught a dressing table. It had a cabinet below and a spacious top for placing items, and it even came with a mirror. He was genuinely tempted.

However, the seller wanted food and water in exchange. While Ou Zeyan had water, he had nothing to store it in, so he had to give up on the idea for now.

After resting for a while, Xie Qilin still hadn’t replied. Ou Zeyan stopped waiting, grabbed the Cactus Ball’s spikes, turned off the lights, and stepped out of the Safe House.

With his stamina restored, it was time to continue monster hunting!

Ou Zeyan was fired up. Now that he’d become “Lucky,” he was eager to slaughter all the mutated flora and fauna in the villa district and earn a massive amount of points.

***

Leaving the garage, Ou Zeyan cautiously peeked around the corner. Seeing the Exchange Pillar was deserted, he began a thorough search of his own courtyard.

Mutated Earthworms had been found beneath the garden, and a nest of cockroaches was lurking in the wine cellar. Who knew what other Mutated Creatures might be hiding in his home? He had to clear it all out; otherwise, he could never truly relax.

His search paid off when he spotted a Mutated Creature—a single mushroom growing in a corner of the courtyard.

It was completely inconspicuous, hidden among the lush weeds, its dusty gray appearance making it look like an ordinary oyster mushroom. Even when Ou Zeyan approached, it showed no reaction. 

Ou Zeyan had played so many games that when the game descended upon reality, he adapted quickly, treating it as a holographic survival game with only a single life.

Players with infinite lives play games with reckless abandon, daring to do anything without fear of death. But a player with only one life is incomparably cautious.

When they can respawn infinitely, players will kick a boss just for passing by. When they can’t, they’ll walk in a wide circle around a stray dog.

Ou Zeyan was just that cautious. Even when he saw a mushroom that looked edible, he instinctively poked it first with the Cactus Ball Spike in his hand.

If it was just an ordinary mushroom, it didn’t matter if he crushed it—he’d be the one eating it anyway.

But if something was wrong, at least he’d be prepared.

Ou Zeyan’s caution paid off. The moment the cactus ball spike touched the mushroom, it erupted with a burst of gray gas.

Startled, Ou Zeyan instantly covered his nose with his sleeve and scrambled backward, easily avoiding the mysterious cloud.

He waited for the mushroom to finish spraying before acting. Instead of approaching, he grabbed a large stone from the ground, aimed it at the mushroom, and smashed it down hard.

Splat—

The mushroom was instantly flattened, and a system notification chimed.

[You have killed a Mutated Mushroom. Gained 10 Points.]

“Holy crap!” Ou Zeyan exclaimed.

This mushroom must have been using its appearance to deceive people. If he had walked up to it without his guard up and gotten blasted by that gray gas, who knows what would have happened?

Many others must have fallen victim to this. After all, not everyone was lucky enough to earn points and also happen to draw food.

Faced with hunger, who wouldn’t lower their guard at the sight of an edible plant?

Ou Zeyan paused, then opened the chat channels and posted about the mushroom to warn everyone.

Ou Zeyan had only intended to perform a routine act of kindness, but he never expected to be inundated with friend requests.

The constant ding-ding-dong of notifications gave him a splitting headache. He toggled the “Refuse All Friend Requests” setting, only to silently turn it back on a moment later.

He still had no word from his parents and couldn’t risk blocking potential messages. His only option was to temporarily mute the notification sounds.

Frowning, Ou Zeyan quickly scanned the request list. Seeing no familiar names at a glance, he closed the System, deciding to review the list more thoroughly that evening.

Resuming his search, Ou Zeyan meticulously combed every inch of the house.

He found no Mutated Animals in the yard, but there were plenty of Mutated Plants—all expertly camouflaged and easy to overlook without careful inspection.

Each one was worth only 10 Points, the most common type of Mutated Creature. They were easy kills for anyone with the courage to strike.

Of course, there were more formidable ones. One particular grass, its species unknown, had leaves so sharp they swayed gently, slicing through the surrounding weeds.

If not for the Cactus Ball Spikes being long and sturdy enough, and for his own growing boldness and skill, Ou Zeyan would have surely been injured.

When the grass—which wielded the lethality of a scythe—finally died, 20 Points were credited to his account.

Ou Zeyan couldn’t bear to waste its leaves. He reached out to pluck them off, intending to keep them.

Such sharp leaves would make an excellent tool.

To his surprise, he couldn’t pluck a single one. They were as if welded to the plant’s body.

[You have not learned the Harvesting Skill. Unable to obtain.]

Ou Zeyan: “…”

He had no choice but to let go and storm off, cursing under his breath.

“What kind of trash game is this? Isn’t looting bodies for supplies a basic mechanic? Only you would make it this complicated! You actually have to learn Harvesting first?!

Does that mean I need to learn the Butchering Skill to loot mutated animal corpses?

Which damn developer came up with this? This is fucking ridiculous!”

The sun set, and the sky quickly darkened.

A cool evening breeze blew past, and Ou Zeyan shivered, feeling the temperature drop sharply.

Hooo—

Shhh-shhh—

The eerie cries of unknown animals echoed from the distance. Ou Zeyan glanced at the endless greenbelt, his scalp tingling with dread.

He didn’t dare linger outside. He bolted to the Exchange Pillar, quickly performed a five-pull, and ran straight to the garage without even glancing at the results.

Only after returning to his Safe House and locking the door did Ou Zeyan finally breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the tension leave his body.

“My precious home is the only place I feel safe!” Ou Zeyan opened his Backpack and blinked at the five new Blue Cards inside.

“So I really did use up all my luck, huh?”

Ou Zeyan felt a wave of disappointment and frustration. “I was only lucky for half a day, and now I can’t stand being unlucky? It’s true what they say—it’s easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go back.”

He’d been unlucky for over twenty years and barely noticed it. But after just half a day of being a Luck Emperor, he couldn’t stand the thought of going back.

It was just too real!

Ou Zeyan was practically on the verge of tears. After experiencing the sheer bliss of being a Luck Emperor, who could possibly tolerate being a regular loser again?

“It would have been better if they’d never given me hope at all. Giving me hope only to snatch it away is just too cruel!”

Ou Zeyan grumbled to himself as he examined the newly drawn Card. As he read, his expression turned awkward.

[Trash Can (Blue)]

[The game designers’ most hated trash can.]

[Card Description: As long as you can throw it in, it will digest any kind of trash. The trash will be cleared immediately.]

[It’s very useful, but the Game Designer hates its shitty yellow color.]

[System Note: Go ahead, keep cursing. Fine, now you get the shit-shaped, shit-colored trash can.]

Ah, so drawing five blue cards wasn’t because I’d run out of luck, but because the Game Designer heard me cursing him…

Ou Zeyan stared at the hideously ugly trash can before turning his head away.

His expression turned dead serious. He lowered himself into a full kowtow, pressing his entire body against the ground and clasping his hands above his head.

“Daddy Game Designer, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Please forgive me!”

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