[System Notification!]
[Ding! System Alert: A “Heaven’s Chosen One” has been detected near the Host.]
[Warning: Due to the overwhelming luck of the protagonist, any direct conflict may result in unpredictable outcomes.]
[Initiating “Luck Protection Mode” to shield the Host from forced plot interference.]
[Additionally, as a preemptive countermeasure, the system is rewarding the Host with—Master Of Geomantic Energy!]
“Luck Protection Mode?” Alex frowned slightly, processing the words flashing in his mind.
“What exactly is that?” he wondered. The system quickly responded with a detailed explanation.
[Notice! The reason protagonists are considered “Heaven’s Chosen Ones” is because they unknowingly steal luck from those around them.]
[The higher the protagonist’s fortune, the better their luck and the more unnatural their successes become.]
[The reason novel protagonists survive impossible situations isn’t because of skill, it’s because of their overwhelmingly high Fortune Value!]
[By activating the Luck Protection Mode, the Host’s fortune will no longer be drained or manipulated by the protagonist’s existence.]
Alex’s expression shifted slightly as he processed this information.
“So, to put it simply, protagonists succeed because they leech the fate and opportunities that were meant for others?” It made sense. Too much damn sense.
The constant coincidences, the miraculous survivals, the endless strokes of luck, protagonists thrived not because they were better, but because the world itself bent to favor them.
And in the original storyline? Alex had been the prime victim of this fate being stolen.
Ethan Carter had taken everything from him… his company, his wealth, his status… and in the end, even his life.
‘But now?’ The game had changed. For the first time, the villain was immune to the protagonist’s plot armor.
….
The system’s voice chimed again.
[System Notification: To ensure the Host does not suffer an untimely downfall, an additional skill has been granted.]
[Reward: Master Of Geomantic Energy.]
Alex’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Geomantic Energy?’ His mind immediately ran through the potential applications.
Geomantic Energy wasn’t just about arranging energy or whatever is in tgat name… It was about understanding the flow of energy, manipulating fortune, and influencing success or failure.
At a master level, it meant being able to see luck itself… to alter fate, enhance wealth, and even bring misfortune upon enemies.
Alex’s lips curled into a smirk. “This is insane…” a smile unknowingly forming on his face.
[System Notification: The Host’s Geomantic Energy expertise surpasses even those of legendary geomancers. No Heaven’s Chosen One can ever match it.]
“Wait…” Alex’s smirk widened. “You’re telling me that even if Ethan somehow learned Geomantic Energy, I’d still be better than him?” I asked and the answer came in an instant.
I asked this question because I’m damn well informed on how these protagonists worked… because of some fated encounter they could get the hell any energy or whatever.
[Correct.]
‘Hahahaha… System, you’re just… how should I say it…something else.’ Alex laughed internally.
….
While Alex was still processing his newfound advantages, he suddenly noticed movement at one of the exclusive dining tables.
His gaze sharpened. Alex’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the scene before him.
Ethan Carter had made his move. Ethan had decided to act, making his presence known in a bold way. Unlike the other tables, this one only had five people seated. This table was different; it only had room for five, setting it apart from the rest.
But despite the low number, every single one of them was a business tycoon in the industry, a figure who stood at the very peak of something in the outside world.
Each person at this table was a big shot in business, holding top positions in their fields. These were people so powerful that not even the wealthiest guests dared to approach their table.
These were individuals so influential that even the richest people in the room kept their distance. Yet… Somehow, Ethan had seamlessly inserted himself into their circle… like it was like a hike in the park for him and a very natural thing to do.
*But somehow, Ethan fit right in with them, as if it was just a walk in the park for him.*
And judging by the way these people were laughing and nodding in interest, Ethan wasn’t just fitting in… he was thriving.
From the laughter and nods, it was clear Ethan wasn’t just fitting in; he was excelling.
His casual manner, his unshakable confidence, his effortless charm… everything about him screamed the protagonist’s aura.
His laid-back style, rock-solid confidence, and easy charm made him seem like the main character of the story.
The surrounding guests could only watch in envy and disbelief.
The other guests could only look on, filled with jealousy and astonishment.
“Who is that kid?” someone whispered.
“Who’s that young guy?” someoneelse followed the suit and murmured quietly.
“How did he even get into that table?”
“Must be someone with crazy connections. Look at how easily he’s blending in!”
Alex watched the scene unfold with a small smile.
“As expected of the protagonist… effortlessly mingling with the most powerful people in the room. Just like a main character would, mixing with the top dogs so easily.”
But unlike the spectators, Alex wasn’t impressed. Unlike the onlookers, Alex wasn’t amazed; he was intrigued.
And he wasn’t going to let Ethan monopolize the spotlight without a fight.
Alex’s smirk deepened.
“Let’s see how things change now that I know the entire story—and I have a system to back me up.”
Without hesitation, he stepped forward, striding toward Ethan’s table with usual calm body.
Without pausing, he moved forward, walking towards Ethan’s table with steady confidence.
If this was supposed to be the protagonist’s grand entrance into high society… If this was meant to be Ethan’s big introduction to the elite. Then it was time for Alex, the so-called villain, to make his move.
….
As soon as Alex approached the VIP table, the atmosphere instantly shifted.
“Ah, Alex—There you are!” One of the senior businessmen, Walter Lane, CEO of the Another Big Group, immediately called out in a warm and enthusiastic tone.
“We’ve been chatting here for ages, wondering where you had disappeared to! Thought you were avoiding us old men,” he joked, laughing heartily.
(A/N: Soon!.)
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