"Ever since I could remember, I haven't had a single lucky day!"
"It's like I'm haunted by the god of misfortune. No matter what I do, even if the beginning and middle go perfectly smoothly, the final result turns into a complete disaster!"
"I've been poor for as many years as I've been alive! After struggling for all these years, the only thing that's grown is my age!"
"Aren't you a famous manga artist?" Sparkle asked curiously. "Shouldn't your royalties be pretty good?"
"But I can't hold on to them..." Xu Zhao knelt rudely on the ground, every word dripping blood.
"I don't know why, but Teacher Ma has never had anything to do with good luck in this life. As long as there's even a chance for some misfortune to happen, it basically comes true on me—especially with investments! Whoever I invest in goes bankrupt! Whoever I invest in runs off!"
You're really pitiful.
Hanabi and Sparkle both felt a little sorry for her.
"Then, do you want to know why that is?"
Suddenly, a voice drifted eerily down from above.
"Why!? Tell me!" Xu Zhao instinctively looked up and demanded.
Then all three of them froze.
How could there be someone else here!?
"Look out!!!" Hanabi cried out.
What answered her was a streak of purple light cleaving down from the void.
It was unbelievably fast—even faster than Hanabi could react. The light had already slashed down onto the spot where the three of them had been standing a moment ago.
Golden cracks split open, bark curled back, and faint purple light seeped from the edges.
All three leaped backward at the same time, flipping through the void.
The bells at Hanabi's ankles had not even touched the ground before they were shaken into frantic ringing by the