Chapter 32: Blessed Character

“The weather’s great!”

Yesterday it was gloomy due to the rain, but today the weather was really nice.

Looking at the deep blue sky, Nam Han Gyeol left the apartment complex with light steps.

His body shivered in the still chilly air, but this much was bearable.

His left leg tingled from the cold as he walked, and he flinched for a moment, but that too was something he had gotten used to.

Nam Han Gyeol slowly walked along the walking path that soon appeared.

Perhaps because the weather was nice, there were quite a few people out for a walk.

Among them were many people walking their dogs.

Nam Han Gyeol wanted to look straight ahead as he walked, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from turning to the side.

From a distance, two pretty brown poodles were approaching!

It was truly irresistible.

‘Cute!’

As the distance narrowed, the corners of Han Gyeol’s mouth crept up.

So he ended up greeting them first.

“Hello!”

“Ah, you’re the one from Building B, right? It’s been a while!”

“Oh, you remember me?”

“Well, we run into each other often…”

At that moment, one of the poodles placed its small paw on Nam Han Gyeol’s shoe with a ‘thud’ and barked, “Woof!”

The sight was so cute that his hand twitched uncontrollably.

It was a cuteness that made him want to pet and kiss them all over.

But he couldn’t just touch them carelessly, so he held back and just greeted them gently.

“Hello, pretty one?”

Pant!

“Um, can I pet them?”

Asking that, Nam Han Gyeol unknowingly smiled with his eyes at the owner.

His round eyes crinkled as he smiled cutely.

“Ah, yes, yes! It’s okay!”

“Wow! Thank you!”

“…By the way, you always ask if you can pet them.”

“Well, I can’t just carelessly touch someone else’s children. Right, Cookie?”

He said, petting the dogs one by one and scratching their necks.

“That’s right! Ah, I wish everyone were like you. There are a lot of crazy people who just come up to them and startle them or touch them without permission and then try to hit them when they get bitten.”

“What, to these tiny little things?! Those b*stards should have their wrists chopped off!”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

After that, Nam Han Gyeol stood up after petting the dogs and chatting for a long time.

It was a shame, but he felt that he had held them for too long.

He petted the dogs to his heart’s content one last time and then parted ways.

“Then, take care! You pretty ones, take care too! Bye, bye!”

Splash!

“Ah, it’s cold!”

As he waved both his arms above his head and walked backward, he ended up stepping in a puddle.

Now that he looked, there were small puddles all over the ground from the rain that had fallen all day yesterday.

The bottom of his right pant leg got wet, and water even got inside his shoe, making him feel instantly uncomfortable.

Nam Han Gyeol clicked his tongue softly and shook his shoe.

It didn’t seem like that would get the water out, so he sighed as if he had no choice.

He walked, avoiding the puddles here and there, and thought about what to eat for breakfast.

‘What should I eat? I’ve had coffee, so I want to eat something else…’

‘Should I buy rice, or should I buy bread?’

Nam Han Gyeol recalled the restaurants near his house one by one.

Since he was going to eat something simple, wouldn’t a sandwich be a bad idea?

“Huh?”

Then he suddenly stopped walking.

It was because he felt like he had just seen a familiar piece of paper on the road.

Nam Han Gyeol walked back as much as he had come.

Then he saw an orange piece of paper stuck to the cement floor.

“Oh, this…”

Nam Han Gyeol squatted down on the spot, wondering if he had seen correctly.

“…It’s really money?”

A 5,000 won bill was stuck to the floor as if glued on.

And it was neatly spread out!

For a moment, Nam Han Gyeol hesitated.

If the owner of the money were nearby, his personality would have made him find the owner as usual.

But in the current situation, it seemed difficult to find the owner.

That’s because the bill was soaked with rainwater and stuck to the floor.

It had rained yesterday, and no one had picked it up all this time…

And no matter how he looked at it, it must have been stuck there since yesterday.

‘If the person who dropped it yesterday were to look for it, they would have come looking for it a long time ago…’

Nam Han Gyeol carefully scraped the fragile, water-logged bill with his fingernail, afraid that it might tear, and peeled it off the floor.

Holding the paper that came off with his thumb and index finger, he rummaged through his hoodie pocket and took out a portable tissue.

He placed the bill between the tissues and pressed down to squeeze out the water, and it seemed like he could use it.

“…I’ll buy bread with this!”

His mood instantly lifted because of the extra money, and he hummed a tune as he headed to the bakery located in front of the station.

Nam Han Gyeol was lucky in all situations where luck could follow.

Finding money on the street was just the beginning.

When he stood in front of a traffic light, the green light would turn on at just the right time, and he would win small prize draws with a probability that could be called ‘certain’.

And that’s not all.

The token he was using now?

That was also an event prize.

The PC he was using?

That was also an event prize.

Even the android cleaning at home and the bicycle tucked away in a corner of the house, and even the house he was living in now, were all things he had obtained through luck.

His mom and sisters’ overseas trip was also something he had luckily won by participating in a prize event on behalf of his sister.

Well, he couldn’t go with them because his schedule didn’t match.

And Nam Han Gyeol even got a job through luck.

Of course, he didn’t deny the fact that it was a result of his efforts.

But it wasn’t entirely wrong to say that luck had followed him in the process.

So at that time, Nam Han Gyeol secretly thought, ‘Isn’t this a parachute appointment?’

Anyway, the bottom line is that Nam Han Gyeol was luckier than others.

This luck was fully demonstrated not only in reality but also in the game.

As if all the luck in the world existed for him, even in the game, that luck did not betray him.

He always got good items from random item draws, he could complete a set by drawing set items one piece at a time from random boxes, and he would even find gold just by walking down the street.

Of course, he was a good adult who would entrust the gold he found on the ground to the guards.

Anyway, can this be dismissed as simply being lucky?

Of course, in <Arcana Chronicles>, there was a stat called [Luck].

And the higher that luck, the more various coincidences are created.

What is the probability of getting an S-grade jewel from cutting open a fish’s belly?

What is the probability that a junk item obtained from killing a passing monster will later be a necessary quest item?

What is the probability that a monster’s attack flying towards you will hit the person next to you by a hair’s breadth?

What is the probability of encountering a hidden NPC while walking down the street?

What is the probability of getting the only S-grade item from a random box?

What is the probability that he, who hadn’t even gotten rid of his beginner’s tag, would receive a quest that no one had discovered?

As one lives, luck has a great influence.

If so, how much would Paul’s luck stat, which seemed to be made of luck, be?

Funnily enough, Paul’s luck stat was slightly higher than the average for his level, but in <Arcana Chronicles>, there were plenty of people who were higher than that.

But Paul, beating out those people, had a reputation among those around him as a blessed character.

There were even some who asked him to open random boxes for them.

But unfortunately, that luck was always for Paul, and for others, well…

Funnily enough, when Paul opened other people’s random boxes for them, what came out was often one of the things he wanted.

Or an item that suited Paul, or an item for his level, anyway, only things that Paul needed came out.

Nevertheless, they sometimes came to him to have him open random boxes.

To those who cried out to the god of gacha, performed strange rituals in specific areas for successful enhancement, and opened random boxes while performing strange actions, Paul was like a walking bundle of luck.

They came to him with the thought that they had nothing to lose, just in case.

People would look at Nam Han Gyeol’s history and ask if he should be buying lottery tickets.

Of course, it wasn’t that Han Gyeol hadn’t tried.

But perhaps because it was used up in trivial and minor places, ironically, he never won the lottery.

The highest he got was 3rd place.

Ding-a-ling—!

“Welcome… huh? Han Gyeol oppa, aren’t you on vacation today? Why are you here?”

“Why am I here? I came to buy bread.”

The employee, who spoke to Nam Han Gyeol with a laugh as if she couldn’t believe it, shook her head from behind the counter.

That’s right, the bakery Nam Han Gyeol had entered was where he worked.

In these days where everything is run by machines, it was quite well-received for being bread kneaded by hand.

On top of that, the owner of this place was quite a famous person, so the shop itself was famous, and its location was also a prime spot, with a subway station, a bus stop, and even a traffic light in front.

It was also popular on SMS, so it was always bustling with people.