Chapter 209: E-sports X Good Luck Charm X Love Scammer “End of Main Story”

Chapter 209: E-sports X Good Luck Charm X Love Scammer "End of Main Story"

Tang Ting froze, and the massive team behind her shuddered as well.

Some of the employees didn’t recognize the young man in front of them and only belatedly realized they should step in front of Tang Ting.

But it was already too late.

She knew without a doubt that he had seen everything.

He might even have gathered enough evidence to destroy her. Once it was posted online, the chain reaction could ruin her in any circle.

But she couldn’t just blurt out, ‘Name your price,’ or try to smooth things over by saying, ‘It’s all a misunderstanding, honey.’

She had never felt so conflicted, suddenly plummeting from the brink of success back to the precarious tightrope.

Pu Xuhao finished his grilled sausage, then carefully wiped his fingers clean with a napkin. Seeing that she still hadn’t spoken, he smiled.

“Sis, are you about to reel me in?” His voice was sweet. “This hook is really pulling on my mouth.”

Tang Ting motioned for the PR staff to step back, then swiftly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.

“Let’s talk somewhere else. It’s not safe here.”

Pu Xuhao didn’t move and raised his eyebrows. “Do you remember what you told me, Sis Ting?”

Tang Ting’s expression went blank for a moment.

She wasn’t truly herself anymore.

Her WeChat, social media, every voice message and video—none of it was necessarily her.

She was merely a vessel for the entire team, and with today’s advancing technology, even AI voices could mimic her tone perfectly.

Remember… what was said?

She had over twenty close friends in the industry—men and women, veterans and newcomers—like investments she’d made.

She had said too much. Which sentence exactly?

The young man slowly approached her, gently unfolding a small, light yellow slip of paper.

“That day, when I was half asleep, you called. You sounded like you were crying.”

“You said a well-funded newcomer had taken the role you had painstakingly prepared for, and you weren’t willing to accept it, even though you had already given your all.”

“Sister, I really wanted to help you with something.”

“I love your sunny smile, and I wish you nothing but a bright future ahead.”

“So… I’ve been queuing since six o’clock just to get this top-tier fortune stick for you at Fa Shuang Temple.”

Her eyes widened, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably as she read the lines.

"North Emperor's Oracle Slip, Thirty-Sixth Slip: Fish Turning in Peach Waves"

"Fish turn in peach waves come March, and this is when the joy of transforming into a dragon arrives. Seeking an official position requires pushing forward, and all things will be worry-free with new celebrations."

The young man lowered his head, smiling bitterly.

"I don't have connections in the entertainment industry, nor do I have the resources to support you."

"No matter how hard I try, I seem to be nothing in your circle."

"But… at least I am lucky."

"If I could transfer all my good luck to you, or if my wishes could make a difference… your career would definitely improve."

He flicked his hand, and the lucky charm fell into the blazing fire of the incense burner, disappearing instantly.

Tang Ting lunged forward, screaming, "It's not like this!!"

"No—don't!!"

She even tried to stick her fingers into the flames to save the ashes, but the assistants behind her forcefully held her back.

"Sis! Don't do it!"

"That's fire, boss!!"

"Stay calm! Stay calm!"

Tang Ting suddenly turned her head towards Pu Xuhao, tears falling uncontrollably from her eyes.

"I had no idea," she murmured. "I had no idea you would come..."

"Waiting in line for six hours on a cold winter night just to get the best spot for burning incense." The young man said, "Sincerity opens even the hardest stones."

"I never expected to turn around, excited about the lucky sign, and find you like this."

"Sister, at this point, the lucky sign is no different from a piece of waste paper."

"You don't know anything! You know nothing!!" Tang Ting suddenly burst into tears. "I prepared for so long, I even called you after my scenes, and I did so much... but you gave your jade pendant to a cleaner?!"

The young man gazed at her. "Because I wanted to give you something even better."

Hearing this, she cried even more uncontrollably, as the staff around her drove away the onlookers and used light blockers to prevent any possible photos.

"I won't expose you on public platforms, and I won't have any more dealings with you."

The young man paused for a moment, then continued, "The nickname you use for me is Pu Xuhao - Nine Wealth Pi Xiu, right?"

"Other small celebrities have gotten close to me too, and some even directly told me that my fate is very auspicious."

"Until today, I didn’t believe them. I only trusted you."

Tang Ting desperately rushed forward to try and stop him.

"It's not what you think, listen to my explanation, our relationship—"

"We don't have a relationship anymore."

As the young man walked away, the system clicked its tongue in amazement. "Killing someone and still breaking their spirit?"

"Killing someone—and still breaking their spirit??"

Ke Ding glanced at the sobbing figure in the surveillance and shrugged. "This counts as psychological suggestion, right?"

"Her Nine Wealth Pi Xiu burned the lucky sign to ashes right in front of her. If things don't go well, she'll only believe in it more and sink deeper."

The system said, "Come to think of it, how did this fortune stick come about?"

"I shook it myself," Keding said with a smile. "I just used it as a prop for the script for a moment."

System: "……!!"

"It's really an upper sign! Good omen! Congratulations, buddy!"

That night, Tang Ting developed a high fever. Many subsequent voice messages were promptly replaced by AI voices, and luckily, no one caught on to the replacements.

Her high temperature quickly subsided with the help of medication, but she became weak and listless. The vitality she once had, nurtured by many benefactors, was now mostly gone.

Keding didn’t want to speculate on how this person would develop—whether they’d bounce back or completely fall apart mentally.

He was just about to do something to Shen Xiangzhi, but the latter couldn’t wait and acted at a faster pace.

At that time, Keding was taking a tactics class in the base when the system let out a sound of surprise.

"Your guy has been approached by Shen."

"……?"

"What does he want from Doctor Jiang, to buy back the jade pendant at a high price?"

"Probably something like that," the system said, then transmitted the footage to him.

With the luck of the lucky carp, a certain cleaner had jumped several levels and was now the head of the OWL base's logistics department. No one could guess what amazing changes had occurred.

Once free from being an odd-job worker and climbing the administrative ladder, the landing point of fate would change exponentially.

Having learned about these matters, Shen Xiangzhi arranged a meeting and invited this introverted and shy friend to dinner.

"Mr. Jiang, it’s an honor to meet you," the young master greeted Jiang Yi with great composure at the banquet. "I’ve heard your story—it’s really inspiring."

Jiang Yi smiled cautiously, nervously pulling at his clothes.

"Thanks to Mr. Pu’s care, I was able to get to where I am today."

His look of fear was immediately noticed by Shen Xiangzhi, who then invited all the accompanying guests to sit down and drink, saying his intentions with a pleasant expression.

"Pu Xuhao's life essence is too high, his noble energy is very heavy. Your birth date can't suppress it."

"Have you been feeling inexplicably unwell these days?"

"And perhaps there have been some issues at home?"

Jiang Yi was aware that his water cup and chopsticks in the base had been tampered with, still somewhat panicked on the surface.

"I…… I haven't really paid attention, is it important?"

"Did you know that if you got hold of his jade pendant, you could win the lottery jackpot?"

The young master opened the window and spoke frankly, using his chopsticks to vaguely point at several smiling and silent strangers at the table.

"This gentleman is a blind-sect master, and this one is a Ziwei master who has secluded himself in the mountains for years..."

"Mr. Jiang, we’re willing to pay a high price for the jade, but only if you agree to keep tonight’s events a secret."

"With this money, you can enjoy a prosperous life for most of your years without worry, and you won't suffer from health issues caused by excessive vitality."

Jiang Yi nervously gripped the tablecloth, staring at the floor with his head bowed. After a long while, he said, "This doesn't feel right."

"After all, this is a personal gift given to me by Mr. Pu. I can't just sell it for money."

"We're not asking for your opinion," Shen Xiangzhi said calmly. "I've reviewed your employee file. You have a sick brother at home, and your parents have been working outside for years without any security, correct?"

"If you can't figure some things out, the dangers you'll face in the future... will only increase."

Jiang Yi looked up suddenly, his eyes filled with panic and fear. "You all!"

"Sell us the jade, and sign the confidentiality agreement," Shen Xiangzhi said. "After that, you can go wherever you want, and we'll take care of lifelong medical expenses for your family."

His eyes sharpened, clearly relishing the opportunity to threaten someone.

"With your background, you don't really have the ability to say no, do you?"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of an excited sitar filled the entire private room!

While the other charlatans were still confused, Shen Xiangzhi's face turned green as soon as he heard the Indian music.

Shit! How is this music still playing when that guy isn’t even here—

"—Ah Ke Ku Li Hou Ya Hou Ben!"

The Indian prince of good fortune burst through the door, and Jiang Yi immediately looked at him with a grateful and touched expression.

"Here’s a song, 'My Girlfriend is Marrying Someone Else,' for all of you!" The young man stood on his chair with a speaker and microphone in hand. "Sing along! Hou Ya! Hou Ben!"

Shen Xiangzhi sat still, internally shattered.

-2-

When the fortune-tellers saw Pu Xuhao himself, they were somewhat surprised. Many were left with ringing ears from the deafening music, instinctively covering their ears.

The young man, without a care, started singing at the top of his lungs. Not understanding Indian and unable to remember the lyrics, he just shouted along with the music for the sheer fun of it.

Wherever he went, it turned into a full-on Bollywood musical! He just had to dance wildly to the music wherever he was!

After belting out a high-energy folk song, Pu Xuhao confidently tossed his head.

"What did you think?" The audience forced awkward smiles.

"Well, look who it is—our world champion!"

Shen Xiangzhi adjusted his tie with one hand and stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Just having dinner with some friends. Should’ve invited you too."

Jiang Yi hid behind the young man, timidly saying, "Mr. Pu, I didn't sign the contract with him. I don't want to sell the gift you gave me."

Keding: "He needs to dial it back; the acting is way over the top."

System: "Hilarious, what a parody."

Shen Xiangzhi's expression darkened.

"You'd better not spout off."

"Let's get everything out in the open. Please don't ruin my relationship with Mr. Pu."

"Well said!" Pu Xuhao handed the microphone back to him. "What kind of relationship do we have?"

Shen Xiangzhi was startled and instinctively opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Was it the vague, flirtatious vibe he had been pretending to create?

Or the one-sided pursuit where he seemed to have given so much?

Everyone could talk normally before, but once we added those high-powered speakers and mics, things got weird fast.

…It felt oddly like a confession on a rooftop.

Shen Xiangzhi dodged the mic and quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Let's just enjoy our meal and not make anyone upset."

"Xuhao, I’ll order your favorite dim sum, and there are some of your old fans here—how about a group picture?"

Pu Xuhao didn't even blink, still smiling as he said, "You don’t want to explain yourself, huh?"

He pulled his long legs in, reached out, and started winding the cable of the speaker.

"Fine, I’m outta here. Let’s just unfriend each other on WeChat."

Shen Xiangzhi's expression changed. "You're suspicious of me because of Jiang Yi?"

"Pu Xuhao, don’t you remember how I’ve treated you all these years?"

"I’ve given more to you than anyone else, and now you believe his nonsense?"

Pu Xuhao handed the microphone back again.

"Then tell me, do you like me?"

Shen Xiangzhi remained calm. "Of course I like you, I wish the whole world knew how much I like you."

Pu Xuhao signaled his assistant, who was recording the whole time, to focus more clearly.

"Is it just a regular friend thing, or are you saying you want to be with me forever?"

The system laughed, "Ha, you’re really cornering him, aren’t you?"

Ke Ding added, "Don’t be polite, he deserves it."

Shen Xiangzhi's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't dare to look at the expressions of the other friends present.

"Bringing this up right now… doesn’t feel right."

Pu Xuhao pointed the microphone at himself and said firmly, "You love playing those mixed signals games, don’t you?"

"All those rose petals, drone shows, and endless letters and postcards—what are you trying to prove?"

"Let's make this clear today. If you deny it, we’re unfriending each other on WeChat, and I’ll sell all your gifts online."

Shen Xiangzhi said sternly, "Don't push me at this moment!"

"It's just having a meal with Mr. Jiang, why are you throwing a fit over this?"

Now he had to regain control of the situation; he needed to manage everyone present.

Otherwise, it would really be the end—everything would be ruined!

Shen Xiangzhi cursed himself for being so careless. He never expected that a cleaner would have so many tricks up his sleeve, even biting back and using someone else's efforts for his own benefit!

Fine, today I've been schemed against by both of them, but I'll get my revenge later!

Anyone normally shouted at like that would calm down significantly.

No matter how much they shouted or acted recklessly, being suppressed by higher authority was inevitable.

However, Pu Xuhao remained unmoved. He took out his phone and immediately opened the interface. "I'm deleting our WeChat chat history right now."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Shen Xiangzhi panicked. "Give me the mic, I’m about to confess my feelings!"

Pu Xuhao looked at him like a proud lover.

"Are you really confessing to me?"

"I should have told you a long time ago." Shen Xiangzhi tried to salvage the atmosphere. "I was too shy; I felt embarrassed to say these things in front of all our friends."

He had no other choice; he had to go all out now!

It was just a confession, just coming out publicly. Even if it was being recorded or filmed, so what?

He had gone to such lengths to collect Pu Xuhao’s personal items. He was going to use fate-altering techniques to seize a large portion of the Shen family's shares. He absolutely couldn't back down now!

Pu Xuhao handed him the microphone, but just as Shen Xiangzhi reached out to take it, Pu Xuhao suddenly pulled it back.

"Then whisper sweet nothings to me while my favorite music plays."

Shen Xiangzhi had a very, very bad feeling about this.

To everyone’s shock, Pu Xuhao reached into his assistant’s bag and pulled out stacks of saris.

"Today’s the big day for me and Xiangzhi. Come on, everyone, take one! Let’s all put on the red veils!"

Shen Xiangzhi: "...?"

Guests: "..."

Jiang Yi: "."

The scene was so surreal that even Mr. Jiang obediently took two saris.

The guests sat still, each holding a sari, feeling like they were in a crazy dream.

The lively sound of the lyre played again, and a high-powered version of "My Girlfriend is Getting Married and It's Not to Me" blared out.

Downstairs, guests gradually looked up, wondering what the heck was happening.

In the room, Shen Xiangzhi felt the urge to throw up rising in his throat. He forced himself to take the microphone, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"I, Shen Xiangzhi..."

Before Shen Xiangzhi could finish his heartfelt confession, Pu Xuhao eagerly grabbed the sari and started an awe-inspiring dance. The bright red and gold sari fluttered wildly, almost like a traditional folk dance, right in front of all the guests' faces.

"Why did we even come here today?"

What is he... doing?

Who am I...?

Shen Xiangzhi struggled to focus amid the passionate Indian music, feeling drained and unsure of what to say next.

"He shouted something unintelligible, maybe 'A-ke-ku-li-hou-ya-hou-ben!'"

The young man continued to sweat as he danced along, the sari half-concealing and half-revealing a shy smile.

He spun and leaped frantically, his dance steps never stopping, every frown and smile in sync with the explosive beats of the Indian music!

"Pu Xuhao, I really like..."

Shen Xiangzhi tried to continue, but suddenly, a wave of nausea hit him, and he crouched down, vomiting uncontrollably.

The music stopped, and the guests fell silent, the Indian beauty no longer spinning.

The only sound was his own wretched vomiting.

"This isn’t fun," Pu Xuhao grumbled. "I haven’t even gotten to 'Langjun, do you want some tripe?' yet."

The art creation and improvisational performance had only just begun.

Kids these days can't handle much, already overwhelmed by this.

"Let’s go, Xiao Jiang. We’re heading back to headquarters."

Young Jiang obediently got up and even helped collect the saris scattered all over the place.

The guests, looking dazed, handed back the saris that had covered their heads and faces, some muttering a confused 'thank you.'

"No need to thank me," Xiao Jiang said politely. "Thanks for folding them so neatly."

"No need to fold them," the Indian beauty said, carrying the speaker away. "I’ll probably dance for them again soon."

Shen Xiangzhi was rushed back to the mansion, where he soon developed a high fever from acute gastroenteritis. He lay in a semi-conscious state, muttering incoherently.

The system watched him with a hint of sympathy and casually remarked, "Sister Tang might have some lingering negative psychological effects. She was acting in the crew and ended up crying."

"Feels like you’re going easy on this Shen guy. The one who stole the birthdate and changed the destiny back then... was probably him."

"And according to metaphysics, the reason he bought that jade pendant at a high price might not have been to borrow luck, but to cast a spell using your personal item."

Keding leaned back in the logistics office, playing video games next to someone, and casually said, "The game has already been set up. All that’s left is to make a sincere wish."

"Not going for the 'crush their spirit' approach anymore?"

"Hmm, changing it up, more of a mental asylum style."

System: '...?'

The young man pressed his hands together, sincerely making a wish.

"This should work fast."

Three days later, Shen Xiangzhi barely recovered, and all he felt for that crazy Pu Xuhao was cold disgust.

This pervert, this psycho, this freak of nature!

No need for a slow plan; just act now!

Before he could reach out to his team, a servant softly knocked on the bedroom door.

"Young Master, Master and the First and Second Madames have come to see you."

Looking weak, Shen Xiangzhi sat up slightly to greet his elders.

The next moment, his father, dressed in a deep black suit, and the two ladies dressed in saris walked in.

-3-

Shen Xiangzhi's face turned green again.

He wasn’t going crazy—this wasn’t a hallucination, just a weird coincidence.

"Xiao Xiang, do you like my new dress?" The Second Madame said with a smile. "It's custom-made from abroad; doesn't it look good?"

"Your dad heard you were sick, so he cut his business trip in India short to come see you!"

Shen Xiangzhi fought the urge to strangle himself.

As luck would have it, just as his father and the two ladies were speaking, his phone rang.

The ringtone was an incredibly upbeat and lively tune.

"A-ke ku li hou ya hou ben——"

Shen Xiangzhi roared, "Don't play that!!"

The three elders jumped. Shen’s father glared and hung up the phone with a flick of his hand.

"Just because you're sick, you can be disrespectful? Show some manners!"

The servant quickly smoothed things over. "I'm sorry, Young Master has been resting lately, and his mental state isn't good right now."

"Your dad loves this Indian song lately; we’ve all set it as our ringtone," the Second Madame teased.

Shen Xiangzhi's pupils shrank a little.

You just said... you all...?

What do you mean... you all??

As if in a nightmare, the next second, the ringtones of the three elders' phones started ringing one after another.

The ringtones echoed and overlapped, filling his room and his mind, like an inescapable nightmare.

It's the lucky lyre, the festive lyre, the lyre brimming with blessings, and the chant that holds power——

My girlfriend got married! The groom wasn’t me!

No! It was! Me!

Someone in pajamas jumped straight off the second-floor balcony.

"Young Master!! What are you doing!!"

"Xiao Xiang——"

"Are you crazy!!"

Keding was very satisfied with this outcome.

The young master didn’t die from the fall, but he’s become an idiot.

With the prayers of the koi fish, his life will be surrounded by auspicious and celebratory Indian music without missing a single spot.

In supermarkets, in bars, in nightclubs, at company annual parties.

Young Master, you’ve still got plenty of good days ahead.

Maybe it won’t happen that frequently, perhaps only every three to five months.

However, Shen Xiangzhi, when you wake up in the middle of the night, will you think of the mesmerizing eyes beneath the sari?

System: "No, the only thing that will haunt him in midnight memories is busting up speaker shops."

Keding: "Tsk, electronic music is really harmful."

By now, most problems have been sorted out, except for the apparently normal mid-laner at the gaming base.

With the system’s monitoring and Keding’s observations, no flaws or anomalies have been found these past few days.

Initially, the task provided three suspects, but not everyone was the murderer.

Keding thought about it and decided to just ask straight up.

The young man found a time to invite Duan Ronghan to a small meeting room, saying there was something to discuss.

Duan Ronghan showed up on time and said, "What's up?"

The young man pondered for a moment and asked directly, "Do you like me?"

Duan Ronghan: "……?"

Young man: "……?"

Duan Ronghan struggled to say, "No way, man, are we misunderstanding something?"

Pu Xuhao said, "Oh, so you don’t have any hidden intentions for me?"

Duan Ronghan was a bit frantic, "What are you talking about??"

Pu Xuhao also found it puzzling, leaned back with his legs crossed, thinking hard.

"So why'd you ask for such a low transfer fee, join OWL, and still be so concerned about me?"

Duan Ronghan suddenly realized: "Oh, that's where the misunderstanding was."

Pu Xuhao: "So what's going on?"

Duan Ronghan: "You're very strong."

Pu Xuhao: "Then what?"

Duan Ronghan: "But I'm also very strong."

Pu Xuhao: "……?"

The middle laner showed a serious expression: "Do you understand?"

Pu Xuhao: "……Not even close."

System: "He's here to prove his strength, got it?!"

The young man was a bit frustrated: "No!! To prove your strength, just play the matches!! Why are you being all warm and fuzzy with me?!"

Duan Ronghan: "A good pro should take care of their career."

"Your eating habits are all over the place—you only drink soda, never water, and sometimes you even get stomach cramps mid-game."

"Pu Xuhao, you haven't unleashed your full potential yet, and you're already thinking about retiring?"

Pu Xuhao: "……"

This!! This!! This!!

Seeing that Pu Xuhao was touched, Duan Ronghan said: "Can you show up more often for practice matches?"

"I really need to talk to you today. Randomly farming jungle creeps messes with your CS timing. Have you even thought about mid-to-late game management?"

"And you've spaced out during Coach's strategy talks more than once, haven't you?"

Pu Xuhao: "I was wrong."

Duan Ronghan was quite satisfied: "Where did you go wrong?"

Pu Xuhao: "I shouldn't have assumed you were gay."

"Bro, I'm leaving now. If anything comes up, we'll just send each other messages."

Duan Ronghan: "We're not done yet; we still need to talk about the playoffs."

Pu Xuhao: "The meeting is over!! I said it's over, so it's over!!"

Before leaving this world, Keding only spent forty points, making it the most efficient mission he'd ever done.

He then spent sixty points to reward Shen Xiangzhi, putting a big sparkler on the birthday cake of this man, with the background music being "My Girlfriend is Getting Married, but the Groom Isn't Me."

The system checked the follow-up and said: "The aggrieved party delayed retirement by three years and, by a twist of fate, confessed to Old Duan."

Keding: "……Huh??"

System: "It's hard to analyze what mindset he was in."

Keding: "It's confusing, but I hope they're happy."

The protagonist's once-oppressive future has been completely transformed, allowing him to retire contentedly and complete his task with joy.

This time, the gift was a personally handwritten "upper-upper" fortune slip from Pu Xuhao.

The system intended to make a photocopy of the upper-upper slip, keeping the original in the consciousness space while bringing the photocopy into the real world as a good luck token.

Keding found it quite interesting: "Make two copies! It’s a personal blessing from the lucky carp, after all. I want to keep one in my phone case and one in Doctor Jiang’s!"

When he returned to reality, it was still early, just dawning.

The young man heard the sound of chopping in the kitchen, turned over, and felt his phone vibrate twice.

[Yi]: I suddenly really want to see you.

[Ke]: Sure, ovo! Want to have breakfast together?

He turned over again and fell into a warm embrace.

The young man's eyes widened like a startled puppy's.

"……!!!"

Jiang Yi softly shushed him.

"Haven't seen you for days."

"After all, it's a long-distance relationship," Jiang Yi said with a hurt tone. "If you don’t like it, I’ll go back."

Keding stared at him for a few seconds.

"You were really into the virtual mission just now, weren’t you?"

Jiang Yi: "Never thought it would be this fun."

Keding reached out and pinched his face. "You!"

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Keding's father called from outside, "Are you awake? It’s just past five. Do you want to sleep a bit longer?"

"Ah—yeah, I’ll sleep a bit more—"

Keding wrapped himself in the quilt, the two of them burrowing into the small, warm enclosed space.

Jiang Yi blinked. "Scared?"

The young man: "Scared! Quick, comfort me!"

Jiang Yi reached out and rubbed his hair.

His palm was dry and soft, and the young man squinted, wanting to enjoy it more.

Jiang Yi was amused by his reaction, and Keding opened his eyes, awkwardly changing the subject.

"Since you're here, there's a small gift for you."

He took out two small lucky signs.

"Look! This is the bonus reward from the mission just now."

"Here’s one for you and one for me. Do you like them?"

"Hmm."

Jiang Yi took out his phone and, just like him, placed the paper slip inside the phone case, peering at him under the faint light beneath the covers.

The phone case had been picked out by Keding the previous week, one with a cream-colored puppy and the other with a cherry fox.

Keding's smile lit up his eyes: "From now on, we'll have endless good fortune and all our dreams will come true."

"Absolutely." He kissed Keding’s forehead.

"I promise."

"Can you really promise something like that?"

"You bet."

A long time ago, I drew a lucky fortune slip.

You helped me break free from the cage, and before I left, you granted me a greater sense of freedom.

From now on, I just want to be your lucky charm.

End of Chapter