(No System + Not Overpowered + Some Brains + No Female Lead)
In a world where luck is the currency, Zhou Yi's divinations decide life and death, and tarot spreads control wealth. Li Jiusheng is a born "Lone Star of Calamity," with his fortune value fallen below the lowest limit. He could get hit by a meteor just walking down the street. When Nordic runemasters used chains of runes to drain their neighbors' last scraps of luck, and the hexagrams of Plum Blossom Numerology turned to ash before his eyes, this slum boy, whose bad luck had a vicious edge, drove a rusty shard of iron through a "lucky person's" throat.
That single strike did more than spill blood. It pierced the world's illusion: the Vatican's observatory wove constellations into cages; the Eastern Celestial Plate Pavilion used the Six-Line method to transfer calamities; and Arabian weavers of fate stole vitality with their threads. The essence of every "luck-raising art" was the same: crush someone else's bones and boil them into soup.
As he fled the global oligarchs of fortune, Li Jiusheng discovered that his "absolute bad luck" was the sharpest blade of all. Tarot cards always appeared reversed in his presence, Six-Line coins always landed on death hexagrams, and even the shackles of fortune left behind by ancient civilizations began to crack when he drew near. As the Vatican's "Eye of Saint Peter" tarot card, the Celestial Plate Pavilion's Primordial Bagua Plate, and the Nordic Rune Council's Box of Fate all turned toward him, Li Jiusheng licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You may have calculated the fortunes of the whole world, but you never calculated that you'd fall at the hands of an unlucky bastard."
