Chapter 117 - Luck (1/2)
”Grey, why do you look so tired?”
An ashen expression thickened over Simon's countenance, paired with his slouching posture and slow walking.
”I don't know.” Simon went to bed.
Next day:
Simon woke up a little more energetic than the day before. He had essentially abandoned all hope for that Gun Art, labelling it a piece of trash that should never see the light of day. If his daughter is his pride, then the gun art is his shame. Such a terrible technique shouldn't be allowed to be associated with Simon.
It was simply too embarrassing.
If Simon could turn back time, he would definitely have taken a break for the day and created a technique the next day. Instead, he ended up wasting most of his energy and producing a claiming pile of sh*t.
For now, he would have to bear with it. He didn't have enough time to create another technique when he knew that Blue would probably break through to Nascent Soul within the next day or so. At that point, they would leave this nice place and venture out to the Divine Tempest Sect.
'Hopefully the accommodation is as good as here… I am getting very used to the massage chair and coffee machine.'
Bzzzt
A flying insect entered Simon's field of vision, buzzing about on top of him.
Simon kept a calm expression and pointed his gun at the TV.
BANG
A low powered bolt of energy flew forwards and curved right back at Simon's direction, destroying the flying insect into burnt out particles.
”Never hits the target. This gun art is a game of luck.”
”How do I get more luck?”
Simon pondered this as he sat on the couch, drinking coffee. What if he could make this technique useful by becoming so lucky that every shot hit something that needed to be hit? What if he just shot straight into the middle of nowhere and collapsed a cave, killing a powerful beast? What if every bullet that was shot at the sky returns and kills a bandit?
So many ideas and so little to work with. As far as Simon was concerned, old folklore and pop culture told that flipping coins and rabbit feet are lucky charms. So he could only think of a few things to do.
”Blue, I will be in the backyard for the rest of the day. Please don't disturb me.” Simon went out of the house and was greeted by a large space in a fenced cube.
'Now I am going to place a dummy here and leave.' Simon places an anime body pillow of himself on the ground with a pole strapped to it, making it appear that he was standing in the backyard.
Simon disappeared and reappeared 20 minutes later in the forest that he had been just a week and a half ago.
Simon already had more than enough coins, so he decided to start flipping them and wishing for heads over tails. Assuming that more heads give more luck, he would take it.
While flipping his coins, he would also keep an eye out for rabbits. If he found any, he would kill them and take their feet so he can feast on their intrinsic luck values.
An ingenious plan. Only a complete bullsh***er could think of this.
”Heads.”
”Tails.”
”Heads.”
”Heads.”
”Tails.”
”Heads.”
”Heads.”
”Heads.”
”Heads.”
”Heads.”
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”Heads.”
After a while, Simon began to see 'tails' much less, suddenly it became so rare that he would gasp at the sight of tails. It was almost as if the more heads he scored, the less tails he could get.
”Now then, I need some rabbits.” Simon pondered on the strategy he was currently implementing.
At the current point in time, he could easily hunt any normal animal without much effort, but he knew that the animals of his new novel did not bear to much mundanity. All of them are Spirit Beasts. As such, even a rabbit could hide using their spiritual aura.
While Simon would consider this task tedious, he knew of the rewards. Luck may be intangible, but in his novel, all things can be upgraded through understanding. As such, playing darts can somehow make you faster and reading h.e.n.t.a.i can make you smarter. The idea of stats was still a thing even if they did not really exist in words.
Luck just so happened to be something that people could train. But Simon never digged deep into this topic when he wrote the novel, he only explained that intangible metaphysical substances can be trained through common sense and occasional BS.