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1.64% My Miss Fortune System / Chapter 2: Expelled From Sect

Chương 2: Expelled From Sect

"You, Mike boy! What did you do this time to cause this flash flood?" The old man broke the string that caught his leg, then swam to the shore while dragging the boy.

"I- I didn't do anything! I just went fishing and accidentally saw a stone dam. I got lots of fish there. However, that hateful beaver! That annoying animal looted my fish. This flash flood is because the beaver's stone dam isn't decent enough." Mike defended himself with righteousness, and he was confident in it.

'Beaver? Stone dam? What even more ridiculous excuses this brat puts out.' The old man muttered in his mind as if he couldn't believe Mike's words.

Evidence and help came to those who said the truth, the beaver in question was also swept away by the river current, drifting closer.

"Growl, grunt, grunt..."

Right after hearing that disturbing noise, Mike's eyes lit up at the exact second. He pointed at the brownish-furred animal not far from him. "That's the culprit, master! That's the beaver I mentioned earlier."

The old man just rolled his eyes. Believe it or not, he just wanted to immediately go to the river bank. Drifting up to the waterfall wasn't a good idea.

Meanwhile, the beaver was finally tired after fighting the strong current. While being dragged by the rushing flow, the beaver's eyes sparkled at the sight of two humans. Hoping to get a ride, the beaver swam to them with all its might.

"Growl, grunt." Without asking permission, the beaver grabbed whatever it was.

"What? Good beaver!" Mike was surprised when something tugged at his pants. But, he smirked shortly after.

"Ho-ho. Instead of running away, you approached me? Because of you, we are swept away by the flash flood, and I haven't had breakfast until this very second! Go away, get lost, and drift to the ends of the world." Slowly but surely, Mike removed the beaver's fingers from his pants.

However, the beaver's struggle couldn't be underestimated. The beaver wouldn't let go of its life-saving pants just like that.

"My pants will sag! Release your grip this instant, or I will be angry." Mike felt a flicker of irritation and swung his leg repeatedly.

"Grunt, growl, squawk..." It was the last sound of the beaver before it drifted away and disappeared somewhere.

Mike grinned happily as the hateful beaver freed his pants before he became partially naked. "Hahaha, feel it! It's called karma because of your actions, beaver. Shame on you."

The old man didn't know what to say. The scene just now sounded ridiculous to his ears, but he didn't dwell on it much longer.

He just swam to the riverbank and finally arrived. The heart's intention to check on the boy's condition, but he swept away with this boy's lousy luck instead. What a day if the antonym was enforced upon himself.

"Woah, big thanks, master. You are really my savior. Anyway, how come you were in that tree branch? I could easily have saved myself if my fishing line got caught in there." Mike stood and looked at the old man before him with a big smile.

"Haah... I intended to save you who was dragged by the current. You threw your fishing line, and it was wrapped around my leg, then you already know how it goes." The old man could only heave a sigh. He made a few hand movements, and his robe became dry instantly. Then, he walked away after doing the same to the boy.

"Thank you so much, master. I really feel grateful. The Gods and Goddesses must be smiling at you and will bless you, master." Mike followed his master with an innocent expression.

'Smile at me? Perhaps, it's more of a laughing stock instead. If your misfortune and bad luck can be categorized as a blessing, then the Gods and Goddesses must be just pranking on you.' The old man looked at the sky. He hoped that the Gods and Goddesses would give a little mercy to this poor boy.

However, he suddenly remembered something from the back of his mind. "Mike boy, how old are you now?"

"Wait a moment, let me count. Eh? What's the date now?" Mike scratched his head. He couldn't remember the date from the calendar anymore.

The old man tried to remember for a moment before giving an answer. "Hmm... February 29th."

"Wow, today is the day I turn... Four?" Mike was confused by himself. His birthday every four years, after all.

"Four? You're a big boy. How could it be four years old?" The old man gave Mike a perplexed look.

"Yes, four. Literally, that's right. To be honest, today is my birthday. Am I going to get a present from you, master?" Mike stretched out his hands, asking for a gift with hope.

"Wait, today is your birthday?" The old man was a bit surprised, but happiness glowed inside him. In response to that, Mike just nodded.

"February 29th is a rare day that occurs once every four years. It's called a leap year. If so, then you're 16, not 4, Mike boy. Ahem, let's go back. We'll have a little important conversation." Having said that, the old man quickened his pace as if there was a treasure waiting for him.

"Aye." Mike immediately ran to follow his master with a jubilant expression. He thought he would get a gift this year... What a beautiful leap year.

A few moments later, they arrived at a magnificent and glorious temple, then headed straight to a particular quarter. They entered into a room where the old man and Mike used to live.

The old man glanced up at the ceiling, or preferably at the patch with charred remains around it. It was still vivid in his mind about how shocked he was when a flash of lightning suddenly shot down as the sun shone brightly in the sky last week.

After heaved a sigh, the old man sat on his wooden chair. "Mike boy, please sit down. I have something to tell you."

Mike had the urge to rub his hands together with a happy chuckle, but he didn't really do that. He just sat with a seiza position on the cushion seat right in front of his master, waiting silently.

"Mike, Mikelle Fortuna. Today is your fourth year studying martial arts at this sect, and it has been two years since you have been under my tutelage. However, there are things I need to tell you." The old man said that with a firm gaze.

"Yes, master. This disciple is all ears." Mike put his hand on his thigh, feeling a little tense.

"Do you know the rules in our sect regarding someone who has not yet ascended to the Profound Spirit Realm after turning 16 years old?" The old man leaned back and tapped the handle of his chair.

When that sentence came out, Mike was shaken instantly. He was 16 years old, and he had not yet ascended to the Profound Spirit Realm. In the four years he studied in this prominent sect by coincidence, he could only reach the peak stage Elementary Spirit Realm. So, it was time for him to leave?

"So, it's about the time, huh..." Mike clenched his fists, feeling talentless.

"Pack your things, and you can leave this temple." The old man came straight to the conclusion. He didn't want to say much.

"This disciple understands. Thank you for your guidance during the past two years, master." Mike took the wooden badge from his robe and placed it in front of him. Then, he gave a bow of respect and excused himself.

The old man stared at Mike's back in silence. He sighed as he remembered the boy who seemed so blessed at first. Still, at the end of the day, that boy was just an ordinary person with no talent other than a bearer of misfortune.

'Well, at least one load is gone. I can return to live in peace and free from bad luck.' The old man rose from his chair and took Mike's badge. He looked out of the window to see the disciples under his tutelage who were doing their morning exercises.

Just as the old man was about to go to the courtyard to guide his promising disciple, the patch on the ceiling peeled off noiselessly and immediately fell, along with several tiles.

*Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk*

Three consecutive strikes hit the old man's head. It was so soundless yet stealthy like the assassins, and the old master couldn't even avoid it before everything was too late.

*Thud*

The old man fell unconscious like a doll whose rope had just broken.

Meanwhile, Mike had just walked away from his master's quarter with a heavy heart. He recalled everything he had done in the last four years.

He was nothing more than a disciple that was lucky enough to be accepted into Ataraxia Temple, one of Japan's hidden sects, as a disciple.

Apart from looking for his own food and working hard to get something, he was just a punching bag for other disciples.

By the time Mike headed to the hut where he had lived for four years, a group of disciples also happened to be around. They immediately approached Mike with a grin when they happened to see him.


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*Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk*

Chương 3: Unknown System

"Hey, Mike, where are you going? Lend us your money. I'll give it back to you later." A fatty senior extended his hand with an open palm, expecting something to be put there.

Mike flinched at the sound of the approaching person. He turned to the three senior bullies. "It's umpteenth time you've said the same thing, but you never returned my money."

For some inexplicable reason, he chose to retaliate since it was his last moment at Ataraxia Temple.

"Huh? You dare to speak to us with disrespect even though you are just a useless kid?" A lanky senior gave his retort with disdain.

"Are you looking for a beating?" A burly senior clenched his fists to threaten.

"All right, my fellow brother. Looks like we need to teach our junior a little manner to respect the seniors. Let's beat him up." The fatty senior came forward and was immediately followed by his friends.

A boy at the peak stage Elementary Spirit Realm against three seniors at the initial stage Profound Spirit Realm. It was easy to predict the result. Mike was battered even though he tried to fight back desperately.

At that moment, several other disciples who happened to pass by were just watching from the side or ignoring the one-sided fight as if it was an ordinary thing.

"Damn, he has no money. He's useless, talentless, and poor. You'd better just die on the edge of a cliff." The fatty senior threw down Mike's empty wallet.

"Heh, probably it's because you took this brat's money too often, Brother Taro." The senior burly smirked.

"In the past, you may have been labeled a talented disciple, but Elementary Spirit Realm is your limit. Next time be respectful toward your seniors, boy." The lanky senior spat out and kicked the boy who was lying on the ground.

After that, they walked away. Mike tried to stare at the three bullies, but that was all. He couldn't do anything, and nobody cared either.

'Why am I still here just to suffer? Maybe leaving this sect is the best path for someone like me.' Mike propelled his body to his feet, even though his body ached everywhere. He looked at the surrounding disciples, then went to his hut.

Mike immediately packed all his belongings into a bag. Then, he took off the white robe of his sect.

It was already dirty from the fight earlier. Mike simply threw the robe on his straw bed and changed into his casual clothes.

After putting on his white jacket, he went to a corner of the room and dug out a little. Inside the shallow hole was an old box, and he took a pouch to count the contents.

'82,800 Yen. All right.' Mike immediately secured his personal savings into his hidden shirt pocket. It was the emergency money he had accumulated over the last four years.

He looked at his room once again, the place where he had lived for four years. But he just closed his eyes and came out of his hut. He immediately headed off from his sect without lingering any longer.

*Kaboom*

When Mike just came out of the temple gate, a loud explosion was heard, and smoke billowed in the western quarter.

Mike looked back because the sound of the explosion startled him. He wondered in mind. 'Huh, that smoke comes from Master Ryoichi's quarter. Did something happen there? Does that have anything to do with that red cauldron?'

He recalled yesterday's event. A senior bully dragged him into doing an assignment that actually belonged to the former.

When he cleaned the Medicine Hall's quarter, he saw a red cauldron that could explode at any time. Thus, he put it outside the room to prevent an explosion that could endanger the storage area for herbs and medicinal plants.

'It exploded according to my concern. Forget it. I've been kicked out of this sect because I'm useless. I am no longer the Ataraxia Temple's disciple. At the very least, I'm doing the sect a favor.' Mike shook his head and walked down the stairs.

At that moment, there was panic in the western quarter. The explosion was quite violent, and the flames began to swallow up the Medicine Hall building. Many masters and disciple were trying their best to extinguish the fierce red rooster.

"Taro! What are you doing with my treasured cauldron and my Medicine Hall!? You really put my treasure outside the room when I asked you to guard it!?" An old man with a long beard shouted loudly. He dashed over and immediately used his Spirit Art Techniques to extinguish the flames.

After the fire was extinguished, several parts of the building were completely engulfed in flames and turned into charcoal. Some of the stored qualities of herbs and medicinal plants deteriorated due to the smoke.

The old master gritted his teeth and went out to find a fatty disciple. When the target was found, he sped away and slapped his disciple down. "You fool! What have you been doing!? Is keeping my quarter overnight a hard thing for you? Look what happened."

"B-but, master-"

"Shut up!" The old master was too angry to listen to any reason. He just wanted to vent it to the source of the problem.

The fatty disciple could do nothing but accept his master's wrath. He was beaten black and blue without being able to say anything in defense. His two friends didn't even escape from that predicament.

The three disciples blamed Mike in their minds and planned to take their pain out on the boy later. Unfortunately, they had no idea that their target was no longer in the sect.

A little further to the north, a boy was rolling down the stairs. He was hugging his bag to protect its contents as he descended the mountain in an unusual manner. While descending the stairs, Mike stumbled and helplessly rolled down the stairs.

*Bam* *Bam*

The stairs finally met a turn, and Mike was thrown onto a flat path. He looked at the sky with a dizzy head. The world seemed to spin by itself.

After a few moments, Mike sat down and lamented his fate. He still had no idea where he was going, but bad luck still welcomed him? "Hahh, that's ridiculous. Even a misfortune comes when I'm feeling down?"

He looked left and right, but he didn't know where he was. Ataraxia Mountain was so big and wide, he only knew how to go down the mountain through one path. He was lost in the middle of the forest.

When he decided to return to find the right path, he noticed a mini shrine with a Goddess statue. The mini statue was similar to the big one in the sect.

According to legend, Ataraxia Mountain was once inhabited by a Goddess, known as the Goddess of Fate and Fortune, the divine figure revered at Ataraxia Temple as the Patron Goddess.

Mike's eyes lit up instantly. He drew closer to it and crouched down. He almost forgot to ask for the blessing and said goodbye to Ataraxia Mountain's Patron Goddess.

"Oh, Almighty Goddess, the protector of this mountain. This boy will go on a far and long journey to explore the big wide world. This boy will no longer be able to attend and burn incense to you every morning because this boy is no longer the disciple of the Ataraxia Temple. However, please bless my journey--" Mike continued his prayer for the next few minutes.

After that, he put some offerings and plucked some flowers around him. He put them in front of the Goddess statue. Done with it, he walked away to find the path down the mountain.

[You have unlocked the unknown system. Find a Miss Fortune within a month or die of your misfortune.]

"Huh?" Mike stopped in his tracks. He saw a mini black screen before his eyes and a girl's voice in his mind. When he looked around, there was no one around but himself.

"Uhh... Is there an evil spirit trying to bother me? I heard a girl's voice, but no one was around. Hmm... Is this just my hallucination?" Mike rubbed the back of his neck and tried to get rid of the black screen in front of him, but to no avail.

'System? Miss Fortune? What kind of girl does this evil spirit want me to find? She even threatened me with a death threat.' Mike read the warning on the black screen and thought for a moment.

[Fortune Point is in the red zone, misfortune will befall you.]

Another notification appeared, followed by a girl's voice.

'I have to find a Miss Fortune, but misfortune comes to me instead!?' Mike exclaimed in his mind. At that moment, he could no longer see any color other than black and white, as if the world had lost its colorful nature.

"What's this, what happened all of a sudden? Oh, no, I've become all white. Am I a ghost now?" Mike stared at his hands. Confusion and panic, that was what he felt at that moment.


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