Qi Yan was unlucky, not just a little unlucky.
From childhood onward, whenever people who got close to him realized that they too became unlucky, while keeping their distance made everything fine, they would avoid him from then on.
Some slipped away without a word, while others made a big show of it. Somehow, the nickname someone gave him spread by word of mouth.
Everyone called him the "God of Bad Luck."
He had finally finished his last assignment before graduation. All he had to do was turn it in during class the next day.
He only went out to buy dinner, but a drunk truck driver hit and killed him.
He transmigrated to a world inhabited by demons and ghosts.
Calmly, he kindly warned the demon in front of him: "You'd better not come any closer. You'll have bad luck."
The demon said, "You're just a human, yet you dare talk so big! Let's see what you can do to me!"
The demon brazenly took two big steps forward, then fell into a deep pit someone had dug and covered up.
Qi Yan fell silent. He hadn't noticed the pit either. If the demon hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have fallen in himself.
He pretended to be calm. "See? I told you you'd have bad luck."
