(No system, no heroine, not historical, not exciting, rather depressing)
If luck is just a blessing to oneself
Well, luck is not a gift, luck is more like a curse
A kind of mental laziness only for those with feelings
Because this luck is never a gift that comes out of thin air, it is a kind of plunder that circulates.
I gain, he loses
I survive, he dies
And it requires me to count clearly every time I survive - to count whose opportunity I have stolen, whose destiny I have taken away, and which light I have indirectly extinguished.
