My name is Su Nuo. I'm 22, a freelance illustrator, with a face fit for stardom and luck bad enough to warrant a funeral.
My everyday life: always hitting the pity counter when pulling for characters, getting takeout with no chopsticks, and being precisely targeted by bird droppings. Heaven must have designed my life like this: give me an SSR face, then an N-rank life.
Then one day, I was dragged into a strange art gallery. Eight paintings hung on the walls, each depicting a rule-based horror world that could eat people alive.
The good news: my irresistible charm works on NPCs, and my teammates are pretty nice to me.
The bad news: anyone who follows me gets unlucky too.
Other people clear levels with good luck. I do it by turning my terrible luck against the rules. The rules say, “The lucky will be chosen,” so I'm perfectly exempt. The rules say, “Don't let them look at you,” and everyone's staring at me, so I just break down.
My teammates ask how I've survived this long.
I smile. “Maybe being unlucky enough is a talent in its own right.”
Eight paintings, eight life-or-death trials. The unlucky charmer's guide to clearing the levels is about to begin.
So, can I still make it back alive?
