Strong Luck

Blood burst wildly from his chest, splattering across Ye Yousheng’s face, abdomen, and legs, dyeing his entire body a vivid crimson.

This time, the blood soaking him wasn’t from some monster—it was unmistakably his own.

His vision swayed, warped, and gradually dimmed into darkness.

A chilling cold spread through his body, making him tremble uncontrollably, his hands no longer obeying him.

Although the wound healed rapidly, leaving no visible trace of injury, his pale face and trembling lips revealed the truth—he was on the brink of death.

After all, the blood he had lost wouldn’t simply return to his body.

His HP had dropped to one-tenth, the number teetering on the edge of single digits.

The moment it reached zero would be the moment he crossed the line into death.

Yet the monster standing opposite him—the one called Death Knell—showed almost no decrease in HP.

On the contrary, it seemed to grow more ferocious with each passing moment.

Ye Yousheng’s attacks had done nothing more than add a few fresh scars to its armor, failing to inflict any real damage.

This was all because their compatibility was simply too poor.

A monster completely covered in armor with no discernible weak point was practically Ye Yousheng’s natural enemy.

Even its joints had been targeted repeatedly, but to no avail.

As expected of a monster, Death Knell’s joints could rotate a full three hundred and sixty degrees and were unbelievably sturdy, completely indestructible.

If he couldn’t even break its defense, how could he talk about dealing damage?

The monsters Ye Yousheng had encountered before weren’t particularly strong, and they all exposed obvious weaknesses.

That was why, with his exceptional reaction speed, he had been able to slaughter them like pigs.

Whether it was goblins or dark spiders, they were the kind of creatures that were weak individually but strong in groups.

And Ye Yousheng just happened to excel at guerrilla warfare—at slipping into their ranks and stirring chaos from within.

But Death Knell was different.

The fact that it appeared alone was enough to prove that it was a solitary monster.

Creatures like this were far stronger than group-based monsters—and Death Knell was among the very best of them.

He couldn’t win.

From the very first moment he saw it, Ye Yousheng had known he couldn’t defeat this monster.

And after testing that belief himself, he became even more certain.

Worst of all, the skill that had saved him last time—[Body of the Goddess]—was still on cooldown.

It required three full days before it could be used again.

According to Yiwu, it was because her body was far too powerful, causing excessive strain on Ye Yousheng’s soul.

That was why it couldn’t be used consecutively.

If he forced it, his soul would instantly scatter into nothingness—no different from death.

No… even more miserable than death.

If there was a single weakness, it would be the crack in the bell.

That was the only place not covered by armor.

But… this wasn’t a monster foolish enough to expose its weakness so easily.

It even used that weakness to lure Ye Yousheng into traps.

Several ambush attempts had ended with him failing to pierce the bell, instead getting smashed multiple times by its massive hammer.

Sure enough, the opening revealed at the moment of attack was also the greatest vulnerability…

Even knowing that, he had no choice but to charge forward.

Because there was nowhere left to retreat.

In truth, he had long realized he couldn’t defeat Death Knell.

From the very beginning, he had planned to escape.

Even if he didn’t know where he was, it was better than staying here.

But in the end, he discovered this place was a dead end—a path that frequently appeared in labyrinths.

The only path to survival lay behind Death Knell.

But would it let him leave?

Obviously not.

And so even that final path became a dead end.

Ye Yousheng was now like a turtle trapped inside a jar.

His greatest strength—his speed—couldn’t be brought into play.

And that was how he ended up in this miserable state.

Soon, he would be finished.

Wind Bind and Wind Slash had little effect.

Death Knell’s strength was overwhelming, and its speed wasn’t slow either.

Magic was difficult to land, and even when it did, it would immediately break free.

If no one came to help him, his journey in this other world would end here…

<Status [Curse of the Goddess of Fortune] Removed>

<New Status Acquired [Blessing of the Goddess of Fortune]>

[Blessing of the Goddess of Fortune]

[Description: The Goddess of Fortune does not wish for you to die here. Luck temporarily becomes 999.]

<Because the Luck stat has reached the maximum value of 999, a new skill has been generated: [Overwhelming Luck]>

[Overwhelming Luck (Passive) Lv MAX]

[Skill Effect: You possess absolute luck that allows you to survive even in certain death situations.]

It seemed the Goddess of Fortune hadn’t completely abandoned him after all.

At the very brink of death, he had actually obtained absolute luck—a protagonist’s halo.

“Huh? There’s actually a monster in a corner like this?”

A clear, questioning voice rang out.

A figure appeared behind Death Knell—and immediately after came a chant.

“Ice, take form. Frost and snow, become spears. Grant me the power of the polar lands—freeze the enemy before me—Ice Spear!”

As the spell was completed, several spears of condensed ice shot forward, piercing through Death Knell’s armor.

Frost spread from the wounds, rapidly encasing it.

In the blink of an eye, Death Knell was frozen into an ice sculpture.

This was a fifth-tier hybrid elemental spell—Ice Spear.

Not only did it deal considerable damage, but it could also immobilize the enemy.

The monster that had nearly killed Ye Yousheng was frozen so effortlessly, making him once again realize just how powerful magic truly was.

If he had magic power, he would absolutely become a mage…

No—even if he didn’t, he would find a way to become one.

For example, he could use enchanted weapons like the Breeze Dagger.

Honestly, magic power was just too important…

Not having any at all was downright tragic.

For the first time, he truly regretted it.

“This is… Death Knell? Why is it on the twenty-first floor? Huh, there’s someone here! Are you alright?”

The mage approached and, upon noticing Ye Yousheng’s weakened state, hurried over to check on him.

<Status [Blessing of the Goddess of Fortune] Removed>

At the same time, a new notification appeared before his eyes, and a faint sound reached his ears.

Crack…

“…No! It’s not over yet!”

“Huh?”

Ye Yousheng noticed it—the ice was breaking.

Buzz—

Without hesitation, he lunged at the unfamiliar girl, knocking her to the ground and covering her ears.

In the next instant, a terrifying soundwave rippled through the space.

It ruptured Ye Yousheng’s ears, blood flowing out, and reduced his HP to a pitiful 6.

As the ice gradually shattered under the assault of the soundwaves, Death Knell was about to break free.

Gritting his teeth, Ye Yousheng forced himself to stand.

Summoning strength from who-knows-where, he lifted the unconscious female mage into his arms.

Activating Wind Walk to boost his speed, he dashed away at full force.

Once again, he had escaped death.