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Arthur had never considered himself unlucky.
Even after being hit by a dump truck back home, Arthur still thought the same.
Getting hit by a dump truck had been a matter of carelessness, not luck.
If he were unlucky, how could he have gotten a second life as Arthur?
So Arthur firmly believed his luck was good.
No!
It was excellent!
Just like now, when all he had wanted was to fish for a bite and stir up some chaos.
Who could have known he would reap an unexpected windfall?
Faced with Mr. Smith's offer to "talk," Arthur quickly adjusted his mindset after a brief moment of surprise-as a qualified Medium, he knew all too well how to handle the situation before him.
There was no need to rush.
He just needed to wait patiently.
Giving things a little time to play out never hurt.
And indeed, that was how it went.
The very next moment, Mr. Smith spoke bluntly-
"After 'that incident,' we honored our agreement!
'Death,' you shouldn't interfere with my life anymore!
I'm just myself now!
I'm no longer one of you!
And I have no interest in any of you!"
Tall and burly, Mr. Smith appeared calm as he spoke, but through Kili's vision, Arthur could see that his new clothes were bulging, especially around his shoulders and arms, where the fabric was stretched so tight it looked ready to tear.
Clearly, this gentleman was nowhere near as calm as he appeared.
Especially with the blood and brain matter on his knuckles, it looked more like a threat.
And Arthur?
Faced with this, he simply had Kili step out of the shadows.
The previously unstoppable "Death Hound" had been detected for the first time. That put Arthur on his guard, but it didn't make him