They All Think I'm a Cannon Fodder with Max Luck

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A special player named Chi Deng had just joined the player base. He had pale skin, a slender build, and the look of a cannon-fodder character, but his luck stat was 100.

His debut was in an S+ instance with an almost zero survival rate.

A billboard fell from the roof and crushed the putrid corpse monster from the opening sequence. On the train, the impostor attacked at night, stabbing the seat to his left while Chi Deng slept on his right. The Death Wheel landed on a death result, but somehow he still got a hidden reward.

The players: Are you serious???

Then they watched Chi Deng clear one instance after another.

The butcher's cleaver came down toward his head, and he bent over to tie his shoelace. He picked up the cursed doll of a ghost child and sold it. The many-eyed creature stared at him and launched a psychic attack, but he came away completely unharmed. Every NPC that chased him ended up face-planting over and over. Even the strongest NPC rank, "Specter," ignored him completely.

Wait, this is getting more and more ridiculous!

Doesn't anyone suspect something's wrong?

The players who had gone through instances with him: Kids, you're too naive. Do you even know what max luck looks like?!

Only a few top players seemed lost in thought, feeling that there was something strangely familiar about him.

He looked so much like that bastard who had played them for fools and then vanished a long time ago.

No one knew that Chi Deng was the last succubus NPC in the horror game.

He had slept for years, and now he was missing his tail, which had ended up with an unlucky NPC in the player base he'd messed with before.

Luck had never been on his side. When he snuck into the player base and checked his stats, he found...

Oh! His luck was only 10.

Bad news: with luck like that, the instance would definitely spawn a big boss.

Good news: every boss that appeared was someone he knew.

He'd beaten the putrid corpse monster up for three days before the instance even opened. Whenever it saw him, it ran away, face-planting all the way. The ghost child looked at him as if it had seen a ghost, unable to tell which of them was the real ghost. The many-eyed creature was his "colleague" and silently avoided him, choosing to attack someone else rather than get into a fight with one of its own.

Everyone else died or got hurt, while Chi Deng stood right where he was, with only a little dirt on his clothes.

Every time something like this happened, someone nearby would stare at him in shock and say, "Your luck stat is ridiculous."

#Chi Deng is unlucky, but the NPCs are all afraid of him, so it evens out.#

#That's why they all think Chi Deng is a max-luck cannon fodder character, ovo.#

Just when Chi Deng thought he could keep up the act forever, he accidentally trespassed on the territory of the Mountain Village Corpse.

A corpse, dragging its ruined body, crawled out of the ground and knocked on his window.

Its voice was hoarse and eerie, yet somehow excited. The first thing it said was, "Boss! What are you doing in my instance?"

Even the zero he'd deliberately added after his luck stat of 10 slowly floated down in front of everyone.

Chi Deng: ...

Players: ...

Players: ???

[Bonus Scene]

After Chi Deng arrived at the player base, he kept having the same dream.

A dark figure stood before him in the dream, repeating over and over, "I hate you."

Its voice was sinister, invading every corner of his dreams.

At first, Chi Deng didn't care.

Plenty of people wanted him dead and hated him.

But just as the dream was about to end, the other person would grab his hem and whisper:

"Don't leave me again."

[Reader Advisory]: The succubus in this story is also a kind of demon, and Chi Deng is a rather unconventional one. No split personalities, one-on-one romance, the gong has a secret identity.

Theme: How should a succubus NPC survive in an infinite-flow world?