[132]: Luck?

[Current World Exploration Progress: 32%]

[Character Compatibility: Gojo Satoru 55%, Ryomen Sukuna 55%]

In the corner of his vision, the energy meter representing his ability to travel between worlds had unknowingly filled up a bit. He was only 5% away from unlocking Reverse Cursed Technique and Limitless, but… that last bit of progress was excruciatingly slow.

Happiness was not universal. Killua and Gon were ecstatic, celebrating the valuable treasure they had just acquired—Meanwhile, Cyr was frustrated over his stagnant compatibility.

If he was missing a lot, he wouldn't mind as much. But being just 5% away from Limitless and Reverse Cursed Technique…Who wouldn't want that?!

"…So annoying." He scratched his head, ignoring the system notification. Even though he was still in his emotionless state, he felt like he was in a bad mood. And if he wasn't happy—He didn't want others to be happy either.

So—He turned to Killua and Gon. "That thing is probably worth… 10 to 20 billion at most." "The auction at Greed Island will definitely have higher bids than that."

After all—Greed Island had name recognition. This orb? Most people wouldn't even know what it was. And finding a buyer who understood its value? Not guaranteed.

"...That's all?" Gon's excitement dimmed instantly, his head drooping in disappointment. "..." Killua also lost interest.

Seeing them unhappy, Cyr's mood improved significantly.

"Well, we'll see when the time comes." "There are still three months before the auction starts." "Making 10 to 20 billion in three months… should be pretty easy, right?" He smiled, pleased with himself.

Honestly—Making money in this world was too simple.

"...Are there any other ruins?!" Gon suddenly perked up, eyes shining.

"Do you think places like that just pop up everywhere?" Killua deadpanned.

If ruins were so easy to find, there wouldn't even be a profession called "Ruins Hunter."

"I only know about this one." "But you can always search for more." Cyr shrugged—Then turned and walked toward his room. He needed a shower. This feeling was uncomfortable.

"…So, do we look for another one?" Killua turned to Gon.

He personally didn't care either way. As long as he was having fun with Gon, It didn't matter what they did.

"...Hmm..." Gon lowered his head, deep in thought.

By the time Cyr finished showering and changed into fresh clothes, Gon and Killua still hadn't left.

"Where are you two heading?" "Need a ride?" Cyr asked without looking up, scrolling through his phone.

The HeavenArena had sent another match notification.

Of course, he could ignore it—But then his record would show a forfeited match. Ugly.

"Where are you going?" Gon asked instead.

"The quarterly match at Heaven Arena is coming up again." Cyr sighed.

Sky Arena was making a fortune selling tickets to his matches, And yet, they didn't pay him a single cent. It really felt like free labor.

Gon and Killua exchanged conspiratorial whispers for a while—Then looked up.

"Let's go with you."

After all—His fights were worth watching.

"Suit yourselves." "As long as you're not worried about running into Hisoka." Cyr replied nonchalantly.

Gon and Killua froze, their hair standing on end.

That guy—Could literally track their flight ticket purchases, Arrive ahead of them, And just stand there waiting—Like a stalker.

"…It's fine!" Gon grinned. "As long as you're here!" He looked at Cyr with unshakable trust.

Their opponent wasn't afraid of Hisoka, and honestly, Hisoka wasn't that bad…right?

"…Yeah, true." Cyr nodded after a moment of thought. "Anyway, Hisoka won't be targeting you two for now."

After all—He had already fought Gon at Sky Arena. And unless Gon grew significantly stronger, Hisoka wouldn't be interested anytime soon.

"Alright! Let's go!" Gon cheered, throwing his arms up excitedly.

—Not long after, their airship arrived at Sky Arena.

They got there just in time for Cyr's match.

If they had been two minutes later, Cyr would have received an automatic loss, and his opponent would've won by default.

By the time Cyr stepped onto the stage, he heard the referee's countdown.

His opponent—who had been smugly grinning, certain of his free win—

froze, his face twisting into disbelief as soon as he saw Cyr appear.

"Our contestant Cyr has arrived—

With only three seconds left on the countdown! Let's give him a round of applause!"

"Now—let's introduce today's fighters. Leiror, with a current record of 5 wins, 0 losses—And Cyr, with a record of 4 wins, 0 losses."

"This match has no weapon restrictions, and the scoring system remains in place."

"Now—Begin!"

The moment the referee's announcement fell, the cheers of the audience faded into a tense, almost eerie silence.

Talking trash before a fight or waiting for the opponent to make the first move—

That was a common strategy.

It allowed fighters to analyze their opponent's abilities.

But Cyr couldn't be bothered to wait.

He casually raised his hand, extending a single finger—

But before he could even make a move, his opponent spoke up first.

"You must've had it easy, making it to the 200th floor, huh?"

"You were this close to being disqualified—

But of course, you just happened to show up on time. If it wasn't for your luck, I would've already won!"

His opponent's face twisted in resentment, completely unwilling to accept the victory that had just slipped from his grasp.

"You people with good luck…" He grit his teeth, seething with hatred.

Cyr lowered his hand, curious to see what else the guy had to say.

After all—these kinds of lines were usually spoken by the villain to the protagonist.

Yet somehow, Cyr was the one hearing them.

"Because of luck—

I spent two whole years fighting my way up to the 200th floor, but you made it look effortless."

As he spoke, he wasn't just staring at Cyr—He also shot a glare at Killua and Gon, who were watching from the audience.

"Because of luck, you were born with a pretty face, and immediately became more popular than me in Heaven Arena."

"Because of luck, you only ever fought weaklings, and that's how you won all your matches."

"But I—

I fought for every win.

Before every match, I spent hours researching my opponent,

I arrived 30 minutes early, every single time—"

His voice trembled with anger, eyes burning with jealousy and hatred.

"People like you—

People who rely on luck—

Would never understand what it means to be someone who only has their own efforts to depend on!"

…Seriously? This guy?

He didn't know a single thing about Cyr—

And yet, he had already decided that everything Cyr had was just luck?

"Just luck, huh?"

The white-haired boy stood still, then let out a cold laugh.

If he were really lucky,

He wouldn't have been stabbed to death at a convention by some lunatic.

If he were really lucky,

He wouldn't have dropped straight into Meteor City after being reincarnated—

Almost getting eaten alive on day one.

If he were really lucky,

His abilities wouldn't have been flawed and filled with debuffs.

His incomplete, uncontrollable Six Eyes had left him sleepless for months.

The headaches were so unbearable he wanted to slam his skull against a wall—

At one point, he even considered ripping his own eyes out.

At first, he bled from his nose dozens of times a day—

Suffered from random dizziness, temporary blindness—

His compatibility with Six Eyes was too low,

His energy bar was insufficient,

His recovery speed was painfully slow.

He had trained desperately to get stronger—

Every day, he offered himself up as a punching bag—

Syd beat him to near-death daily,

His arms and legs still bore the weight of training restraints to this day.

This was luck?

Did he even need this kind of luck?

He could have lived a rich, easygoing life, where he lacked nothing.

He was supposed to be someone born into privilege—

A winner from birth.

Yet here he was—Everything taken away, forced to struggle.

And now, he had to listen to some random guy spewing nonsense about luck?

…How annoying.

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