[Sword and Sorcery, Academy, Slightly Corrupted, Tirelessly Hardworking and Impossibly Lucky, Ruthless Protagonist, Minor Noble]
After transmigrating into a third-rate young villain hated by everyone at a magic and martial arts academy, he has to duel the child of destiny from the start, gets dumped by his fiancee, and is buried in debt.
Ron took one look at his stats and nearly blacked out:
[Strength: 1 (Too weak to lift a meal)]
[Agility: 1 (Slower than a tortoise)]
[Constitution: 1 (Frailer than a reed)]
[Magic: 1 (Can't even light a flame)]
Only the final stat flashed with blinding golden light:
[Luck: 100 (Concept-level maximum)]
The status panel's message: Heaven rewards hard work. Aside from luck, every stat can be improved through diligent training and sweat.
To stay alive, Ron tearfully began hell-level self-discipline and training, but everything went completely off track:
He ran headfirst into a tree stump and passed out, and a dragon god's crystal rolled into his mouth and refined itself.
He ran at night to build stamina, collapsed from exhaustion into the grass, and happened to knock out a legendary assassin who had snuck in, scoring a pouch of divine-grade magic potions.
Someone casually gave him a piece of scrap metal to train his arm strength. When the rust fell away, it turned out to be the lost anti-magic divine armor of the Dwarf King.
Beyond his good fortune, he had tireless hard work to keep him company!
Without talent, he would simply work twice as hard and show off the beauty of his stats.
Years later, Ron had ground every stat up to 9999. Looking at the trembling Emperor and Abyssal Lord beneath his feet, he said with complete sincerity:
"I got where I am today through hard work and sweat! What? You say I'm the King of Good Fortune? Wrong! I'm the Grind God, the Lucky One!"
"This is my otherworldly life, starting from rock bottom."
