My sister’s luck defied the heavens, while I was the ultimate magnet for disaster. Later, I found out she was bound to a "Lucky Star System." She could designate one person to suffer extreme misfortune, and in return, she would absorb all their good luck. And I was the unlucky soul she had designated. But then, I bound to a System of my own. My System only had one function: to rewrite. So, my sister remained lucky, but the people who suffered the misfortune became our dad, our mom, our brother, and her boyfriend... She successfully became a walking curse, equally despised by everyone who once adored her. 1 While I was lying in a coma in a hospital bed, a System found me. It told me it wanted to show me something. That was when I saw my sister’s Lucky Star System. Her System allowed her to select a target. It would siphon that person’s luck and transfer it to her. The chosen target would suffer horrific misfortune. Tragically, I was the unlucky bastard my sister had selected. The reason I was currently in a coma from a car crash was that my sister and I had been competing for the same acting role. The director had narrowed the female lead down to the two of us. Because I got into a car accident and fell into a coma, the role effortlessly fell into my sister’s hands. The System told me that over the past fourteen years, my sister had siphoned over 90,000 luck points from me. My luck was dangerously low, which was why this accident had nearly killed me. My mind reeled. Fourteen years! No wonder. Before we were ten, my sister and I were both perfectly ordinary kids. But after she turned ten, it was like she unlocked a cheat code for life. She would step outside and find cash on the sidewalk, win the lottery, dive into a river and find a solid gold bracelet, or open a random oyster and find a flawless pearl. Meanwhile, my life became a series of disasters. I’d miss a step on the stairs, faint every other day, and even manage to break my leg just walking on a flat surface. I was an honor roll student, yet on the day I was supposed to give a speech on stage, a stray basketball smashed into my face, leaving me covered in blood. In the end, she stepped in as my replacement, delivered my speech, and received a standing ovation. A wealthy benefactor in the audience even offered her a scholarship, landing her on the school’s Wall of Honor. I always thought I was just born unlucky. Turns out, she was doing it to me on purpose! The System spoke: "Host, if you bind with me, I can overwrite your name in the Lucky Star System and replace it with someone else's. Will you bind with me?" I remained silent. The Lucky Star System had to siphon my luck to make my sister fortunate. It taught me a fundamental truth: energy is conserved. For someone to suddenly become incredibly lucky, someone else must suddenly become incredibly unlucky. If this System wanted to help me, it definitely wanted something in return. I asked calmly, "What do you want from me?" The System replied, "I want the things you no longer need: your familial love, your friendships, your romantic love. To you, these emotions are useless now, aren't they?" I lowered my eyes. It was true; those things were utterly useless to me now. I bound with the System. The moment it merged with me, the world suddenly felt profoundly different. I could see the System's interface, and I could clearly sense the Lucky Star System attached to my sister. She had just returned from meeting the director. She looked at me with a face full of fabricated guilt, but she couldn't hide the triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Chloe, I'm so sorry. Because you couldn't make it, Director Ford ultimately chose me for the lead role." "It's her own fault for being unlucky. It has nothing to do with you. If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't even be able to pay her medical bills," my brother, Liam, said coldly, crossing his arms, his face showing undisguised irritation. Over the years, because of my frequent hospitalizations, my family had grown deeply resentful of me. My parents had complained to my face more than once, calling me a karmic debt they were forced to pay. Even though we were twins, my sister was healthy and vibrant, while I seemed stunted, constantly finding ways to land myself in the hospital. Their initial sympathy for me gradually turned into exhaustion, and finally, into numb disgust, leaving me to fend for myself. I understood all of it. That’s why I was always so incredibly careful. I avoided dangerous places, walked as if I were navigating a minefield, gripped the handrail tightly when going down stairs, looked both ways obsessively before crossing the street, ate on time, and slept on time. Everything I did was just to stay alive. I even declined my senior class trip to Europe. Even though I wanted to go more than anything. Even though I knew it might be my last chance to interact with the boy I had a crush on. I was terrified of having an accident on the road and causing my family more trouble, so I stayed home. And all of it was caused by Mia. Yet now, she was parading around as my savior... She expected me to be eternally grateful to her, completely ignoring the fact that I wouldn't have suffered any of this—that I could have lived a normal, healthy life—if it weren't for her. I said coldly, "Mia, you got the lead role today, and I got into a car accident. Last time you won the lottery, I broke my leg. The time before that, when you were exceptionally admitted to Juilliard, I had a severe allergic reaction that landed me in the ER. And the time before that..." Mia interrupted me frantically, her voice turning shrill. "Chloe, what are you trying to say?!" "I'm saying it very clearly, Mia. To me, you are a walking curse. You stole my luck, and that's why I'm so miserable..." Smack! A heavy slap landed squarely on my face. Liam pulled his hand back, staring down at me with freezing, arrogant eyes. "Apologize to Mia. If it weren't for her, no one would be paying your medical bills. Do you have any idea how much Mom and Dad have spent on you since we were kids..." His mouth kept moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. My ears were ringing, my face was burning with pain, and all the blood rushed to my head. I ripped the IV needle out of the back of my hand, grabbed the heavy metal IV pole without a second thought, and swung it wildly at Liam. The pole smashed into Liam's head. Blood immediately started pouring down his face. He stared at me in shock, raising his arms to block the blows in a daze. But I kept hitting him like a maniac. "Do you think I wanted to be unlucky?! Do you think I intentionally drained Mom and Dad's money?! Do you think I failed my exams on purpose?! What gives you the right to think I'm lying?! What gives you the right to hit me?!" Mia let out a piercing scream. "Ah! Stop hitting him! Somebody help!" I spun around and slapped her across the face, my sharp nails leaving a distinct, bloody scratch across her cheek. Then I swung the pole hard against her arm. "Since I can't go, none of us are going! No one is stepping over my dead body to get to the top!" Mia let out an earth-shattering shriek, clutching her arm and collapsing to the floor. Liam exploded in rage, lunging forward to wrestle the pole away from me. I was completely unhinged. I grabbed a glass water pitcher and hurled it at his face. Dozens of people rushed into the room. Men shouting and cursing, women screaming and crying, the chaotic sounds of people yelling and pulling at each other filled the air. Eventually, I was pinned to the bed by several nurses, while Liam was dragged out of the room. He glared at me with pure hatred, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Chloe, I will never forgive you for this!" What a coincidence. Neither will I. 2 I was given a sedative and fell into a groggy sleep, only to be violently shaken awake. My mother stared at me, her face contorted with fury. "Are you insane?! You cracked your brother's head open and broke your sister's arm! Are you trying to kill us?! Why don't you just die?!" My heart ached for a split second, but the feeling quickly went numb. My mother wishing I was dead—that was probably her lifelong dream. She had never said it out loud before, but today, in a fit of rage, she finally spat it out. She paused for a second, perhaps regretting how cruel her words sounded, but soon she was crying harder than I ever had, breaking down into loud, hysterical sobs, tears and snot streaming down her face. What was she crying for? Probably cursing her fate. God had given her a healthy, obedient son and daughter. Why did He have to burden her with a sickly, broken child too? Her life was miserable because of me. But what did I do wrong? I laughed. I laughed so hard that tears uncontrollably rolled down my cheeks. "Mom, I'll say it again. Mia set me up. She stole my luck. One day, when all of you become just as unlucky as I am, you'll finally understand what I've been through." "Bullshit! What kind of crazy talk is that?! Luck isn't something you can just steal! If your mental health is failing, go see a psychiatrist. Stop spewing garbage." My father glared at me, his eyes wide with anger, his tone absolute. He was dressed in sharp, new clothes, looking like a man of status. After Mia won the lottery, she gave our parents hundreds of thousands of dollars and kept a few million for herself. My father was incredibly proud of her and refused to tolerate anyone speaking ill of her. I scoffed lightly. "Fine, pretend I'm crazy then. Insane people don't go to jail for murder, right?" My dark, menacing gaze swept past Liam's pale, livid face and landed on Mia, who was crying softly with her arm in a sling. Mia was terrified. In her mind, she was frantically harassing the Lucky Star System. "What the hell is going on?! Why is she acting like a psycho today?!" The Lucky Star System replied coldly, "I warned you before. You can't keep shearing the same sheep. Chloe's luck value has hit rock bottom. It's completely normal for her to get suspicious. Can't you switch to another target?" "I won't switch! She scratched my face and broke my arm! Why should I switch?!" "If you keep going, she might actually die." "Then what am I supposed to do?! Your target replacement requires a high intimacy value! If I don't use her, do you expect me to use Mom, Dad, Liam, or my boyfriend?! They treat me so well, how could I bear to use them?" I finally understood. The Lucky Star System was a cruel game. It forced Mia to rank the most important people in her life, and I was dead last on that list. That was why she didn't feel an ounce of guilt when she sacrificed me. I looked at Mia. "Mia, have I been bad to you? Whenever Mom and Dad punished you, I stood in front to protect you. When you stained Liam's favorite pencil case, I washed it clean for you. When you were bullied at school, I fought back for you. When you fell into the river, I risked my life to pull you out. How have I ever wronged you? How could you do this to me?!" Mia's face went chalk white. She stuttered, "You... you did help me a lot, but I don't know what you're talking about." "Enough! Chloe, you're acting like a rabid dog right now, biting anyone in sight! You're just jealous of Mia. I honestly wish Mia was my only sister. I wish you had never been born." Liam's handsome face twisted with a vicious sneer. He spoke through gritted teeth, clearly despising me to his core. He seemed to realize he had gone too far and glanced at our parents. But though they looked uncomfortable, neither of them contradicted him. He breathed a sigh of relief, staring at me with icy eyes, and said flatly, "Let's sever ties. From now on, you have absolutely nothing to do with our family." My gaze swept over each of their faces. They all had different expressions, but by some unspoken agreement, no one voiced an objection. I lowered my eyes to hide the glimmer of tears and said one word, very, very softly. "Fine." 3 What does it feel like to be completely disowned by your entire family at 22? It's hard to explain. A mix of disappointment, regret, relief, loneliness, and a profound resignation to the unpredictability of fate. After that, no one ever came to visit or take care of me. The hospital nurses took pity on me and handled my meals. I politely thanked them. One of them hesitated before finally letting out a long sigh. "Family feuds don't last forever. Don't overthink it. Just focus on recovering and living a good life." I smiled and thanked her, but didn't know what to say. Luck stealing, Systems—these things were too supernatural. Even if I explained, no one would believe me. No wonder Mia spent all day muttering to her System. Because Mia was injured, Director Ford couldn't wait and needed to start filming immediately. She begged and pleaded with the director, but she couldn't change the outcome. She was kicked out of the project. Hearing the news, I was absolutely thrilled. Everything she gained by stepping on me, she was going to lose. However, Director Ford was the first major director I had ever been in contact with, and I didn't want to give up easily. Plus, I truly loved the character. So, I stayed up all night analyzing the original novel, wrote down my character insights, filmed a short makeup transformation video on my phone, and attached a long letter detailing my understanding of the role. I sent it all to the director. The message was sent, but it sank like a stone in the ocean. Although disappointed, I didn't let it weigh on me. The road of life is full of obstacles; this was just one of them. I cooperated with my treatment, focused on healing, and finally, I was ready to be discharged. On the day I was discharged, I gave the hospital nurses a custom silk banner: To the Angels Who Fed Me, I Will Never Forget Your Kindness. The nurses burst out laughing and took photos with me. They uploaded a short video, and that very night, it went viral. Countless people praised the loving nurses, while the rest flooded the comments asking who I was. [You have three minutes. I need this girl's contact info.] [It's over for me. I just got diagnosed with a terminal illness where I only fall for pretty faces. The only cure is for this sister to cuddle me. Please, sister, cure me.] [She's so beautiful, how could she get sick? Let the sickness torture me instead!] [I'm really good at feeding people, I swear.] [My boss asked me why I was zoning out. I showed him this video. Now my boss is asking which hospital he needs to go to in order to meet a girl this gorgeous.] The internet was buzzing. Riding the wave, I created an account and posted exactly one video: the makeup transformation I had sent to Director Ford. There was nothing else on the profile. Yet, the power of the internet was terrifyingly immense. In a very short time, I amassed hundreds of thousands of followers. That transformation video received endless praise. [Oh my god, who is she cosplaying? Oh wait, it's her own original look!] [Someone ask my mom how much dowry she needs. I'm going to stop eating and drinking to save up right now.] [Director Nolan Ford, come look! Isn't this the female lead you've been looking for?] [Sister perfectly fulfills my fantasy of the character Gu Qingyin. If only Hollywood's makeup departments were this creative.] The public had been suffering from Hollywood's generic styling for too long. No matter the show, it was always the same straight eyebrows, the same semi-permanent makeup. One actor could star in ten different shows and look exactly the same in all of them. So, when a slightly unique makeup transformation that perfectly hit the public's aesthetic dropped, it rapidly conquered the internet. See? The audience is actually so easy to please! Unfortunately, this was a truth the industry executives just didn't understand. The next day, I drove out to Sedona, Arizona, to visit a famous spiritual retreat and buy a protective crystal amulet. The System kept nagging in my ear, telling me the amulet was useless. Of course I knew it was useless. It was just a prop. I didn't want Mia to get suspicious when she realized her Lucky Star System wasn't working on me anymore. I'd rather she blame a crystal amulet than suspect I had a System of my own. As I drove back from Sedona, the System informed me that Mia couldn't sit still anymore. Seeing me blow up online with a single video infuriated her. She tried to copy me and posted a video of her own, but it sank like a stone. Aside from a few likes, it was completely ignored. Frustrated, she demanded the Lucky Star System find an opportunity to fast-track her into Hollywood. The System suggested she attend an exclusive industry dinner party, where she could borrow some "good luck" and likely run into a powerful benefactor. Mia agreed. She dressed herself to look pure and beautiful, exuding elegance, and headed to the dinner party. And finally, I was able to see the user interface of the Lucky Star System. Under the "Siphon Target" field, my name was still clearly typed out. Seeing it with my own eyes, I thought I would be heartbroken. But I wasn't. My heart was surprisingly calm. The System told me I could overwrite my name. "You can replace your name with your parents, your brother, or Mia's boyfriend. The intimacy value between them and Mia is high enough." Liam's cold, arrogant face flashed through my mind. Without hesitation, I erased my name from the "Siphon Target" field and typed in Liam. I really wanted to see if he could still smile at Mia when extreme misfortune rained down on his head. That night, Mia attended the dinner party and "accidentally" crossed paths with the low-profile Golden Boy of Hollywood, Chase Carrington. Chase rarely made public appearances. He was only there because he was passing through on a business trip, and his friends hosted a welcome dinner for him, inviting a few beautiful women to liven things up. None of the women there recognized him. He watched the flock of socialites with a hint of disgust in his eyes. Until Mia walked in. She was as clear as a beam of light, shining straight into Chase's heart. She sat there quietly and nervously, as obedient as a little rabbit. She looked around with wide, curious eyes, like an innocent elf who had stumbled into the mortal realm. Her out-of-place innocence piqued Chase's interest and sparked jealousy among the other women. Someone "accidentally" spilled a glass of water on her arm. She let out a delicate, suppressed gasp of pain. That single gasp stole Chase's soul. He smiled, amused, and personally grabbed a napkin to wipe her arm... Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Liam was out shopping with his girlfriend. His girlfriend linked her arm through his, smiling sweetly. She stood on her tiptoes to pat his head, cooing sympathetically. At that exact moment, a massive commercial billboard above their heads came loose... 4 The falling billboard was accompanied by the howling wind and the screams of onlookers. By the time Liam noticed, it was too late. He violently shoved his girlfriend out of the way, taking the full impact of the billboard on his shoulders. He was crushed to the pavement, coughing up a mouthful of blood... I saw the aftermath on the news. The photo of Liam looked horrific. His head and face were covered in blood, and he lay pinned on the ground, all four limbs trapped. It looked like a tragic scene from a blockbuster movie. I chuckled. I felt a twinge of vindication. The dignity that was slapped out of me by Liam seemed to have been reclaimed just a little. In the comments, countless people praised Liam as an incredible man, sacrificing himself at the critical moment to push his girlfriend to safety. [Cupid, are you listening? Note to self: find me a man like this.] [In my next life, I absolutely must date someone like him.] [Another day of envying someone else's love story.] [Other people's romance makes me cry tears of joy; my romance makes me regret my life choices. o(╥﹏╥)o] [Look at her boyfriend, then look at my husband. If disaster struck, he'd probably shove me in front of it to save himself.] [The sugar content here is too high, are you trying to give me diabetes? ┭┮﹏┭┮] [Came here furious about the accident, leaving stuffed with dog food. Praying for the handsome guy's recovery and wishing the beautiful girl a happy marriage.] Heh! I tossed my phone aside, not wanting to read anymore. I didn't want to see Liam being praised. To me, he would always be an abuser. Right then, the System notified me. Mia had succeeded. She successfully hooked Chase, the Hollywood Golden Boy. When Chase was wiping her arm, she had "accidentally" let out another soft gasp of pain. That voice was so delicate and naturally pure that it made Chase—a notorious audiophile—pause. Mia then whispered, "I'm sorry, I wasn't saying you were too rough. I just fractured my arm a while ago, and it barely just healed..." Chase's interest was piqued. He leaned in to listen. And so, in Mia's story, I became the psycho, jealous older sister who couldn't stand seeing her succeed. When I saw she was favored by a famous director, I broke her arm in a fit of rage, causing her to lose the acting opportunity. She claimed the only reason she was at the dinner party today was because she heard she might meet some directors here. Chase rolled his eyes at his friends, though he didn't make any immediate promises. He exchanged contact info with Mia, offered to drive her home, and they chatted the whole way. After dropping her off, he stood outside the house for a moment, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. Shortly after returning home, Mia rushed back out in a panic. In her frantic state, Mia didn't notice Chase was still there. She hailed a cab, and Chase followed her, arriving at the hospital one after the other. At the hospital, he watched Mia collapse over Liam's body, sobbing hysterically. "How could this happen? Liam, how are you doing?!" Chase's heart finally softened. He texted Mia, telling her he happened to know a director and asked if she had time to go meet him together. Mia didn't have time to look at the message. She was currently screaming at the System in her head. "System! What the hell is going on?! Why does the 'Siphon Target' say my brother's name?! Wasn't it supposed to be Chloe?!" The System let out a piercing screech. "Impossible! How could this happen?!" It tinkered frantically for a few moments until the target name finally changed back to Chloe. It breathed a sigh of relief. "Fixed it!" Mia was furious. "What good is fixing it now?! The damage is already done! My brother got crushed! The one hurt is my brother, not that bitch Chloe! Why do you always glitch at the worst possible moments?!" The System was rendered speechless. It let Mia vent her anger before quietly saying one thing: "Does it matter who got unlucky? Either way, you achieved your goal." Mia froze, suddenly remembering something. She quickly pulled out her phone and saw Chase's message. She smiled, then started crying again. Her manic switching between sobbing and laughing was terrifying. The System was utterly baffled. Mia cried and scolded it: "No wonder they say AI can never replace humans. You're just a heartless machine. You'll never understand human emotions in a million years." The System was unfazed. "True. Because I don't understand them, I can collect them. Otherwise, they would be as useless to me as they are to you." Mia was left speechless, so angry she refused to speak to the System for three days. Perhaps out of guilt, she stayed by Liam's side constantly, waiting on him hand and foot. Liam's collarbone was fractured, and he suffered multiple abrasions all over his body. He was wrapped up like a ridiculous mummy, unable to even use the bathroom by himself. Every day was a struggle between his dignity and agonizing pain. The System told me that because Chase Carrington possessed a massive amount of luck and was a crucial benefactor for Mia, the price Liam had to pay was exceptionally severe. I fell silent, an uncontrollable chill spreading through my body. I put on another layer of clothing just to stop shivering. When Mia bound the System, she was young and didn't have such massive ambitions, so the bad luck I suffered wasn't lethal. But things were different now. Mia's ambitions were colossal. The person whose luck was being siphoned would have to pay a catastrophic price. I just didn't know if my dad, my mom, and my brother would be able to withstand those prices. 5 Three days later, Mia went with Chase to meet the director. Not long after, that director announced the cast list for the highly anticipated fantasy drama, Echoes of the Fae. Mia's name was prominently displayed. Although she wasn't the female lead, she played the lead's best friend—a crucial supporting role. She shared the screen with the protagonist constantly and would ultimately die sacrificing herself to save the lead. It was an incredibly endearing, tear-jerking role. Chase had treated Mia very well. He picked a role for her that wouldn't saddle her with the stigma of being an "industry plant," but the character itself was extremely beloved by audiences. Once the show aired, she was guaranteed to gain a massive fanbase. Following the official announcement, Mia's follower count skyrocketed. She posted a beautifully polished selfie on Instagram, and it quickly sparked heated discussions. [Ah! Does anyone else think she shares a face with that girl who went viral for the hospital video?] [There are subtle differences, but the overall bone structure is so similar!] In the comments, people started connecting the dots, realizing we were sisters. Mia was busy managing her PR, having her team suppress any comments mentioning me. She didn't want to draw attention to me, but I certainly wanted to draw attention to her. So, I methodically released a short video I had prepared. With the help of my System, I compiled a chronological timeline detailing every major event where Mia experienced sudden extreme luck while I suffered extreme misfortune, dating back to our childhood. [Age 10: She found a hundred-dollar bill; I fell into a mud pit.] [Age 11: She helped our dad buy a winning lottery ticket; I was knocked unconscious by a cyclist.] [Age 12: She replaced me to give the honor student speech; I was smashed in the face with a basketball and covered in blood.] [Age 13: She went swimming and found a solid gold bracelet but got a cramp; I saved her but she nearly choked me to death in the water.] [Age 14...] [Age 24: She was cast as the lead by a famous director; I ended up hospitalized from a car crash.] [Age 24: She was officially announced as a supporting actress by a famous director. So, who's the unlucky one this time?] [Stay tuned...] At first glance, these events just seemed like a diary of bad luck. But when there are too many coincidences, even Sherlock Holmes would have to say, "The game is afoot." I knew people's curiosity would be piqued. Sure enough, the passionate fans who had previously demanded we take a DNA test felt their appetite for gossip ignite the moment they saw this video. [I smell drama.] [Isn't this literally the plot of a web novel? Two sisters: one with heaven-defying luck, the other a magnet for disaster. In the end, they tear each other apart fighting over a man.] [Got my popcorn ready. Please continue...] [Is this throwing shade at Mia? What's their relationship? Are they sisters?] There were too many comments to read. I locked my phone, turned around, and headed to the hospital. In the hospital room, Liam was wincing and groaning in pain. I watched quietly for a while, waiting until the nurse finished changing his dressings before walking in. Seeing me, he looked like he was facing a mortal enemy. "What are you doing here?" The corners of my lips curled up. "I just wanted to share the good news. Mia was just officially cast in a highly anticipated drama." "What are you trying to say?" It took his brain a second to process, and his face quickly turned cold. "You just can't stand seeing Mia succeed. She earned that role through her own hard work, unlike you. You have no talent, so you just resort to superstition." She relied on her talent? That was the joke of the year. I couldn't help but laugh. "The day you got crushed by the billboard was the exact same day Mia won the approval of Hollywood's Golden Boy, Chase Carrington. She catapulted to the top, clinging to him. Tell me, is that talent? Liam, do you actually believe that?" His eyes darted away. It was clear he also found it unbelievable, but he had no counterargument. He just yelled with a cold face. "Get out. I don't want to look at you." "Chloe, who told you to come here?" My mom walked in carrying a lunchbox, followed by Liam's girlfriend. In front of an outsider, my mom didn't physically attack me, but the murderous intent in her eyes was unmistakable. She glared at me, gritting her teeth. "Get out. You are not welcome here ever again." Even though my heart felt like it was bleeding, I managed to keep the smile on my face. I said flatly, "Understood. From now on, when you guys can't handle things anymore, don't think of me either. I only came today to watch the freak show." "Get out!" Liam was getting too agitated, so his girlfriend quickly pulled me outside. Outside the room, she looked at me, her tone turning icy. "I don't know what happened between you all, but your brother is a good person. You shouldn't come here and upset him." "You should break up with my brother as soon as possible," I replied. "Getting close to him will only bring you misfortune." "You are truly hopeless!" Frustrated, she stomped away. I scoffed and left the hospital. My stomach growled. I checked my pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. My bank account balance was barely over thirty dollars. The System sighed. "I haven't seen a human this broke in a long time." Thanks. I felt so attacked. I opened my phone and checked the various gig groups I was in. I was in countless groups—for background extras, print modeling, commercial gigs, and more. Because of my hospital stay, I had lost too much time. My top priority was finding a quick gig to feed myself.
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