Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to Everyone

As Chu Changge had said, Gu Mian had complete confidence in his own luck.

He'd been unlucky before, but that was one thing. Now an uncontrollable wish-granting system had been installed in him by the Evil God. Who knew when a wish in his heart might come true?

Maybe he'd be halfway up a ladder, slip, and instinctively think, This ladder's going to break. Then the wish-granting system would hear his wish and helpfully make it come true.

He'd better find a way to keep this wish-granting mechanism in check. It had become much more restrained since coming to Gu Mian. Back when it was on the Evil God Statue, it had been completely uncontrollable: think of something, and it happened. At least now, a wish only came true if he either "strongly desired" it or "subconsciously believed" it would happen.

Just as he was thinking this over, a sudden BANG rang out from the square.

The air fell silent for a moment. Even the talking stopped, leaving only the cheerful music playing through the speakers on either side of the stage.

But soon, screams, shouts, and cheers filled the square.

Maybe he'd run out of strength, or maybe his foot had slipped. One of the Lower-Class people had fallen from the high ladder. His final sound had been a scream.

He'd landed face-down on the glass canopy over the audience seating, close enough to meet the spectators below face-to-face. The Upper-Class people only had to look up to see his tragic end.

He lay motionless. He was dead.

A cold sweat broke out across 007's back. She stared silently at the Lower-Class man who'd fallen to his death on the glass canopy. His eyes were still wide open, as if he were staring right at her.

She forced herself