Bad Luck, Not Drawing Anymore

Chenhao Uzumaki's small room was simply furnished—a wardrobe for clothes, a small bed, and a tiny table. Even so, he had lived here very happily.

When he was little, living here had brought him joy every single day. Childhood had fewer worries; he only had to take care of the present, living carefree and smoothly.

"Looking back now, my childhood was pretty good. At least I had my parents with me. But now they're about to leave me, and I really can't bear it. Even knowing they're going to die, I still can't change anything—it's too heartbreaking!" Chenhao Uzumaki stood in the room, gazing at that small bed, and silently thought to himself.

In truth, ever since Chenhao Uzumaki had transmigrated into the Naruto World, he had already regarded Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki as his second parents. Of course, the couple also treated Chenhao Uzumaki as their own son.

Regardless, the bond between the three of them was very strong. At the very least, they all loved each other.

"It's been so long since I last slept in this bed. Tonight, I need to rest well. If nothing comes up tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital with Aunt Kushina and Uncle Minato. I really want to meet Naruto Uzumaki before he's even born!" Chenhao Uzumaki said softly with a smile on his face.

Then, Chenhao Uzumaki walked over to his small bed and sat down. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming warmth—he hadn't relaxed like this in a long time.

When he was younger, Chenhao Uzumaki had no real strength and was bullied by different people every day. Now, as his power gradually grew, he had started living his own life, no longer worrying about being pushed around by anyone.

He could finally hold his head up in class, too. Back then, always ranking dead last had been a truly awful feeling.

"From now on, I have to make something of myself. I can't let myself be pushed around like before. The opportunity is right in my hands now—if I can't seize it, I've really wasted all these years!" Chenhao Uzumaki sat on the bed, looking out the window, and said with a smile.

"Ding, does the host wish to draw the Lottery?"

Hearing the system's words, Chenhao Uzumaki almost forgot—he still had 1,000 Gold Coins and could draw once more. But then he recalled his first draw, which had landed on "Thank you for your patronage," and it was a bit awkward.

"Heh, I think I'll skip it for now. Last time, my very first draw was a 'Thank you for your patronage.' Now I'm kind of scared to try the Lottery. The odds of hitting that are so low, and I got it on my first try—talk about rotten luck!" Chenhao Uzumaki grumbled at that moment.

Indeed, on that huge wheel, only ten percent was "Thank you for your patronage." For Chenhao Uzumaki to hit that tiny chance on his first try was truly unlucky.

"Forget it, I'll draw later. I'll save the Gold Coins for now. Next time, if I do three or four draws in a row, I should be able to get something. At least, that's my guess. Back when I played games, consecutive draws never had terrible luck!" Chenhao Uzumaki shook his head with a smile, then silently thought to himself.