Capítulo 25: Chapter 25: Fortune and Disaster
Chapter 25: Fortune and Disaster
Alice found herself sitting in a brightly lit classroom, with the teacher explaining the key points of the lesson.
She looked down and saw a name written neatly in her textbook: Class 9(2), Shen Yinghuan.
Alice immediately associated this name with Huanhuan. She instinctively looked around, searching for the girl who was always by her side... Where was she?
Suddenly, the light started to flicker. Alice looked up. Oh, the light was... Why was the light flickering?!
No, it wasn't just the light. The desks, chairs, and the floor... the entire building was shaking!
Next, she lost control of her body for a brief moment. She realized she was running, surrounded by screams, cries, and the sound of footsteps...
This school must not have had many earthquake drills. Alice thought absentmindedly. She felt her body growing tired from running so fast, gasping for breath, but she didn't dare stop.
She could see the building shaking more and more violently, as if it was about to collapse; she saw debris, light fixtures, and fans falling from the ceiling; she saw teachers standing at the stairwell, guiding students to safety...
Alice ran desperately, running and running until...
A huge slab of stone fell from above. Alice felt her muscles stiffen, time seemed to slow down, and she watched as the massive shadow got closer and closer...
"Teacher—!" Alice was jolted awake by her own sharp scream. She realized she hadn't died as she had imagined but had been saved.
Saved...?
She stared blankly at the woman half-crushed under the stone slab—her homeroom teacher.
Strict yet gentle, knowledgeable, and patient... She was the most popular teacher in the school, without a doubt. Even the "troublemakers" who loved to give teachers a hard time didn't want to trouble her.
In her memory, this teacher lived frugally, using most of her salary to help students. She treated every student with the same kindness and patience, even those "problem students" abandoned by other teachers.
Students privately nicknamed her "Mom"...
And now, she had saved her...
Tears blurred Alice's vision. Her feet felt glued to the floor, unwilling to move. Then, she heard that familiar, desperate shout: "Huanhuan, run, don't look back!"
That shout seemed to break some kind of restraint, and Alice started running again, tears streaming down her face. She didn't even have time to wipe them away, just kept running until she escaped the building and reached the playground.
But this was far from the end of the disaster—the death of her homeroom teacher was just the beginning.
Alice saw another similar scene: a classmate instinctively pushed her away from a suddenly opening chasm, falling into the abyss themselves. As the crack closed, she seemed to hear the classmate's screams.
This wasn't the last similar scene either. During aftershocks and rescue efforts, countless similar events occurred. It always seemed to be the same—just happening to encounter unavoidable disasters, just happening to be saved, just happening to watch the person who saved her die...
Alice clenched her fists in pain, watching herself write a sentence she had seen before: "Use luck sparingly, avoid squandering it."
At that moment, Alice finally realized—it was all a price to pay.
But why, when I made the mistake, do others have to pay the price? Alice asked herself softly, though she knew the answer—because she loved them, the death of those she loved could serve as the price.
When she woke from the dream, her pillow and blanket were already soaked with tears. Alice silently got up, leaned against the door, squatted down, and hugged her knees, crying loudly.
Alice still hadn't remembered enough to piece together Shen Yinghuan's life. She couldn't even recall the names of most of the people who died before her eyes, except for the homeroom teacher who left the deepest impression.
But Alice remembered the tangible pain.
The pain without memory was like rootless duckweed, slowly calming down in her intense sobbing, disappearing without a trace. When the crying stopped, Alice could still recall the feeling of pain, but it no longer had the suffocating and numbing effect.
But this didn't mean Alice forgot what she remembered in the dream—she needed to pay misfortune as the price for luck, and she couldn't control how or when misfortune would strike.
Theoretically, if your misfortune and luck were controllable, you could maintain a balance by being a little unlucky in small matters to gain luck in big ones.
Alice's pain stemmed from this—she would be particularly lucky for a period, then particularly unlucky to repay the luck, but she couldn't control the timing or extent.
So, eventually, during a period of misfortune, an earthquake happened, leading to the scenes Alice saw in her dream—the deaths that caused her immense pain and numbness.
After that earthquake, unable to control her fate, Shen Yinghuan made a significant decision—she would avoid using her luck as much as possible during lucky periods to reduce the occurrence of misfortune.
But, I'm no longer Shen Yinghuan. Alice looked at herself, a thought suddenly emerging. Shen Yinghuan's fate didn't follow me; I don't have the ability to gain luck and then pay the price later...
But Alice still felt a sense of caution. She wouldn't forget that there was still an evil god's offspring hidden in Tingen City, and she didn't want the Night Watchers and citizens of Tingen City to become the price in the future—even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, she needed to pay something for her past luck, so that even if that evil god's offspring exploded, it wouldn't be a price she couldn't bear.
This worry and caution made Alice wary of relying on luck. She suddenly thought of a question she had never considered before: "If I rely on fate's gifts to become lucky, what will I do when fate takes back its gifts to ensure I remain lucky?"
"Only by being fully prepared can I ensure I am always lucky..."
To Alice's surprise, this realization touched the core of her extraordinary trait. A cool feedback sensation came from the extraordinary trait, and Alice realized that her luck trait, which had shown no obvious signs of digestion, had finally shown clear signs of digestion.
"So, the core of playing the role of a lucky person is actually not to rely on luck?"
Shen Yinghuan's luck had a reason, listen to my story.
(End of Chapter)
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