Can you believe it? I woke up to find I’d become the cannon-fodder foil in a period novel, kicked out of the house with nothing to my name?!
In the original story, my eldest sister used her ability to predict the future and her golden abacus to dominate the antique trade in the capital, living in the lap of luxury!
Meanwhile, I was just a substitute teacher, destined to be abandoned by a scumbag and die miserably in poverty!
Why was I born to be a stepping stone for someone else? I refuse to be cannon fodder!
On the very first day I returned to the city, I struck first, twisting off three beads from the golden abacus and ruining my sister’s luck!
[Ding! Blind Box System bound. Rewards: Body-Strengthening Pills, advanced lathe skills, and a huge stash of cash!]
An antique dealer on the black market threatens me with a file?
I turn around and amaze the entire factory with my god-tier lathe skills. Even the factory director personally backs me, promoting me straight to Grade Eight Worker ahead of schedule!
What’s the point of some shady back-alley business in stolen artifacts? A steady state job and solid technical skills are far more reliable.
My awful relatives are still waiting to laugh at me?
The black-market storm reshuffles the whole board, and everyone who once looked down on me gets taken down!
When they look back and see the thousands in cash in my pocket and my national model worker certificate, they’re consumed with regret!
