In one of Tokyo's hidden casinos, Erison sat before a pachinko machine.A black hoodie covered his head, and a dark mask hid half his face.Only his black eyes were visible—reflecting the flashing lights from the pachinko screen.
He kept his head low, not wanting to be recognized.
The machine's lights blinked.The reels spun.
"Congratulations! You've won the jackpot—1 million yen!"
The number 777 flashed on the screen, followed by the chaotic jingles of victory filling the entire hall.
A faint smile curved beneath his mask."Hah… earning money is too easy," he muttered under his breath.
The sound of his jackpot drew the attention of nearby players.
"What are you all staring at? Is it really that amazing to see someone hit a jackpot?" he murmured with a lazy smirk at the gawkers.
Amid the noise, a phone started ringing.
Erison turned his head slightly, reaching for his phone.A bright smile broke across his face — a rare one — before he quickly stood up, stepping away from the gawking crowd.
The caller's name read: Yuki.
"Erison, where are you?"Her gentle voice carried a hint of panic.
"I'm still at home!" he lied quickly."Really?" Relief filled her tone.
"I was worried you already left for the restaurant. Something came up at work so I had to stay overtime… I'll be a bit late." then added with a small sigh of relief, "but luckily, I've just finished it."
"That's fine," Erison said softly, his voice calm, trying to ease her guilt. "I haven't gotten ready yet either."
"Eh… but isn't our dinner at nine? It's already past eight-twenty!" Yuki's voice rose slightly, a hint of panic returning to her tone. "Will they cancel our reservation if we're late?"
"Don't worry. My place isn't far from the restaurant, and your office isn't either, right?" he replied with a faint, he said in a slightly sad tone. "Sorry I can't pick you up—we're heading from opposite directions."
"Ah! It's okay, Erison! I'm just happy you invited me out," Yuki said, cheerful again.
He smiled faintly at her words before the call ended.
Sliding the phone back into his pocket, Erison walked out of the pachinko hall, leaving the flashing lights and metallic sounds behind.
The hallway to the prize counter was quiet.Dim yellow lights, old promotional posters on the walls.
Behind the glass counter, a middle-aged man in a gray uniform sat half-asleep—until Erison placed a slip of paper before him.
"Oh—a one million yen jackpot?"The man's tone instantly brightened, a professional smile snapping into place."Congratulations, sir! Is this your first big win?"
Erison only nodded.
"I see…" The man's grin widened. "We actually have special offers for big winners like you—VIP membership, bonus tokens, or—""Not interested," Erison cut him off coldly.
The man's smile faltered. He cleared his throat, voice now dull again."Alright then. Please note that your prize will be taxed—about five percent."
Erison just nodded again.
The counting machine buzzed behind the counter, the sound sharp and rhythmic. Finally, the man handed him a sleek black envelope."One million yen, after tax. Please check.""No need," Erison replied. "I trust you."
Without another glance, he turned and walked away.
At the casino exit, two security guards in black suits stood watch. Their gazes followed every person leaving.Erison lowered his head, pulling the hoodie further to hide his face. He passed them calmly, steps confident, movements precise.
The guards exchanged looks—but said nothing.
Once outside, the night air hit his face."Hahhh…" he exhaled deeply, feeling the weight lift from his chest.
You might be wondering—why was he so tense after winning?It wasn't fear of being robbed.It wasn't even fear of being followed.
It was something far deeper.
He was afraid someone might recognize who he really was.
Because in the gambling world, there was one name whispered like an urban legend:"The Lucky Bastard."
A man said to possess Absolute Luck.No one knew how—but he always won.
Cards. Roulette. Slots. Pachinko.It didn't matter the game—he never lost. Whatever involved gambling, he was born to win. It was as if fortune itself bent its rules for him, making every risk a guaranteed reward.
Dealers called him "The Devil in a Hoodie."Whenever he appeared, money simply… flowed toward him.
No tricks. No patterns.Just pure, impossible luck.
Because of that, "The Lucky Bastard" became both myth and curse.A man who turned luck itself into limitless wealth.A man whispered to have become a billionaire…by gambling alone.
But tonight, under that hoodie, the legend was just a man—Erison.
A man trying to hide the greatest blessing and curse he'd ever been given.
"Good thing no one recognized me," he muttered, smirking faintly. "If even one of them knew, chaos would've erupted. Those casino owners would've lost their minds."
He walked through the wet streets toward his car, the neon reflections rippling on the puddles.
Then—
SPLASH!
A speeding car hit a puddle, soaking him from head to toe.
"…Damn it," he muttered, staring at his drenched hoodie.
Ironic, isn't it?The man with Absolute Luck—drenched in filthy street water.
People think being lucky means life's easy. Endless money, no worries, endless women.
But not for Erison.
His so-called luck only worked in permainan untung-untungan.In life—and especially love—he was cursed.
Every woman who'd ever dated him ended up hating him.Some said he smelled weird.Some said he was unfaithful, a drunk, a creep.Rumors piled up until the "miracle man" became a walking scandal.
And maybe… some of those stories weren't entirely wrong.
But tonight, he thought that curse would finally break.After twenty-four years of loneliness—he was finally going on a date.
With Yuki.The first woman who truly saw him, not his luck.
Maybe that's why he didn't yell at the driver who splashed him.He just smiled, brushing off the water."I knew something like this would happen," he murmured. "That's why I didn't wear my nice clothes."
He opened his car trunk—inside were his date clothes: a crisp white shirt, black suit, matching tie, and brand-new shoes.
"If this date fails too, I swear my curse just leveled up," he muttered at his reflection in the car window.
Staring at his reflection in the car window, Erison pulled down his hoodie and began changing clothes in a hurry. His movements were quick but cautious—every few seconds, he turned his head to glance at the road, making sure no one was watching.
The night air was damp, clinging to his skin, and his heartbeat quickened—whether from nerves or the adrenaline still lingering after leaving the underground casino, even he wasn't sure.
Right there, beside his car, Erison changed clothes without hesitation. He knew the risk—someone could walk by, or a patrol car might drive past—but to him, it was still safer than using a public restroom. Who knew what kind of filth he'd run into there?
Once ready, he shut the trunk with a thunk, slipped into the driver's seat, and started the engine.
The screen flickered:"Welcome back, Erison."
He smiled faintly.This Mercedes was the only luxury he truly trusted in his chaotic life.
"Alright… if this date goes south, I'm selling you too," he joked to the dashboard.
As he drove through the glowing streets of Tokyo, neon lights reflected off the windshield like streaks of color.
Then—sudden rain.Heavy. Relentless.The sound of it pounded against the car roof like bullets.
"What the hell…? It was clear a minute ago," he muttered.
He turned on the wipers, but the rain only grew stronger.
Then—traffic.Complete standstill.
"Of course," he groaned. "Should've known."
Minutes crawled by. The clock read 8:48 PM.
It turned out the traffic jam was caused by an accident at the intersection ahead — a truck had crashed into a sedan. The car was completely wrecked; Erison could only watch from a distance, unsure if the driver had survived.
Once the road finally cleared, he slammed his foot on the gas. But the rain poured harder than ever, and even with the wipers at full speed, sheets of water still streaked across the windshield, blurring everything.
Through the haze and heavy rain, Erison didn't notice the upcoming intersection — where another truck was trying to cross.
"Damn it!" he shouted, eyes widening.
He hit the brakes and jerked the steering wheel to the side, but it was too late. The wet asphalt betrayed him — the tires lost grip.
CRASH!
The car slammed into the truck, flipping over several times before colliding with another vehicle nearby. The sound of metal twisting, glass shattering, and the relentless downpour blended into one chaotic roar.
Inside the overturned car, Erison could barely move. His body was pinned by the crushed frame; warm blood trickled down his face, blurring his vision into a sea of red.
Outside, people screamed — desperate voices calling for help — but to him, it all sounded distant, muffled. His breath came shallow, fading with each second.
"Wh… what's happening?" he muttered weakly, voice rasping. "Did I… hit that truck?"
His vision dimmed.
"Cough—! Cough!" Blood spilled from his mouth, the sound echoing harshly in his ears. Everything around him started to fade — the pain, the noise, even the cold rain.
"Am I… going to die here? Alone? Die as a failure?"
Somewhere far away, he heard footsteps and frantic voices. But his mind was already slipping away. His breath grew weaker.
"Yuki…" he whispered — a single word, soaked in regret and longing.
It was the last thing he ever said.
The world fell silent. Darkness swallowed everything.
"Is this… heaven?" he thought faintly. "No… it's too dark for heaven. And too quiet for hell. I… can't feel anything…"
Silence consumed him.
Then — out of nowhere — a dim blue light appeared before him. At first, faint and flickering… then gradually brighter.
A rectangular screen floated in the darkness, glowing softly — inviting, yet mysterious.
In the endless void, Erison's fading eyes locked onto that light, the only thing left in the darkness. The screen shimmered, and now… something new began to appear upon it.
[GAMBLE SYSTEM — ACTIVATED]
[Greetings, bearer of Absolute Luck.Your luck defies logic and probability.Do you wish… to be reborn?]
Erison blinked, dazed."S-System? I've read about this… in novels… someone dying and getting a second life…"
[To begin, make your first choice.]
[Spin the symbols to determine your fate.]
[Rules: Three Hearts — Rebirth.]
[Joker — Instant Death.]
[Other symbols — grant extra luck.]
Erison frowned. "What kind of divine joke is this?"
[Awaiting your input…]
[Please spin the first symbol.]
"Gambling… to decide whether I live or die? What kind of bullshit is this!?"
He stared at the blue screen.
Deep down… he wanted to live.To see Yuki again.To love, to marry, to have kids—to live a normal life.A dream so simple, yet now felt so precious.
He inhaled deeply, steadying his breath.
"Fine… fine. I'll play your damn game," he whispered.
He pressed the glowing panel.
[Spinning…]
[First symbol: ♥]
[Second symbol: ♥]
[Third symbol: ♥]
The screen exploded in blue light, illuminating his bloodied face.
[Congratulations! 3 Hearts achieved. Rebirth granted.][Absolute Luck successfully transferred to the new world.]
[Processing Luck Data…]
[99%...]
[99.5%...]
[99.9%...]
The blue light from the screen grew brighter—so bright that it devoured everything around him.Erison's entire vision was swallowed by the blinding glow. The world disappeared in a single flash.
It felt as though he was being dragged into a vortex made of lightning and white mist, twisting and pulling at his very being. His body felt weightless… then heavy… then as if it no longer existed at all.
He could still hear it—his heartbeat.Thump... thump... thump...Each beat echoed slower, fainter, until—Silence.
For a moment, there was nothing. No sound. No pain. No sensation. Just emptiness.
Then—A soft breeze brushed against his face.The gentle rustle of leaves followed, accompanied by the faint chirping of birds.The air carried the scent of wet earth and grass—fresh, clean, and alive.
Erison's eyelids trembled open.
Golden sunlight poured through the gaps between the trees above him, breaking into a thousand scattered rays that shimmered like fragments of gold dust floating in the air.
He sat there, speechless, feeling the warmth of the light against his skin.The grass beneath him was soft, and his body… felt light.Warm.Alive.
"Hah… what's going on?" he muttered, rubbing his face slowly."Where… am I?"
His eyes drifted down to his hands. The skin was smoother, softer than he remembered. Even the shape of his fingers—slender, refined—wasn't the same.
He frowned and tried speaking again, only to freeze.His voice sounded… different.Younger. Clearer.
"Huh? My voice—" he gasped. "Why does it sound like this!? What the hell happened to me!?"
Before panic could take hold, the familiar glow returned.
A floating blue screen appeared right in front of his eyes, its light reflecting gently in his pupils—which, he noticed, now carried a faint glimmer of blue.
[Welcome to the New World.]
[Reincarnation successful.]
[Status: "Absolute Luck" has been activated.]
Erison stared at the screen in stunned silence, unable to move, his mind struggling to process the words before him.
"New… world?" he whispered, his voice trembling.Then, as realization finally sank in, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"NEW WORLDDD!?"