Devil's Luck

Chapter 10: Beat Down

Suddenly, a system prompt screen appeared before his face.

[Do you want to use your lottery?]

[Location: (Hakoniwa Academy's Main Building)]

[Y/N]

'Yes.' Zenkichi inwardly said as he watched the holographic wheel of fortune or whatever spin in front of his face.

He'd been putting this off till now because he didn't want to use his ability at home: where only him, his mom live, and possibly a couple bugs hiding in their house which would lead to only shitty draws. And he was thinking about the quests when he got to school so he let the ability on hold.

And since he had nothing to do at the moment, having now separated from Shiranui and heading back to class alone, it was the perfect chance for him to use his "Lottery" ability.

'I wonder what I'll get this time. I hope it's another skill but money could be useful. Even if I grow stronger physically, and supernaturally, this is still the modern society where money makes the world go round. The year's 2017, the year when the world is... honestly, what did happened in 2017?' Zenkichi frowned, rubbing his chin as he dived deep into his previous life's memories.

'My previous life is mostly vague, my name and family all erased, except how I looked, my knowledge of stuff, and some noteworthy events in history like COVID19, Marvel Movies, Russia invading Ukraine, inflation god I can still remember that shit draining through my wallet even though I've reincarnated, U.S versus China, climate changes, etc... But these are all knowledge five years into the future.'

He creased his eyebrows, 'But wait, is the current world history the same as my previous one? It's all worthless if it isn't the same. Especially if I start buying bitcoins and invest in some companies, only for it all to blow up on my face.' he let out a frustrated sigh and scratched the back of his head, not knowing the danger creeping up behind him.

"Fucking hell. If I knew this was going to happen then I should've researched more ways to earn money and not just spend my entire time on–" Zenkichi widened his eyes, he felt a strong heavy blow hitting the back of his head, blacking him out instantly; with his face first onto the ground with blood splattered his hair and around his head from his injury.

A pair of feet wearing the school's shoes came up to the side of the fallen Zenkichi, there was a sigh, "Haa~ Why do things not go exactly according to plan? Sorry Hitoyoshi-kun, I hope you don't blame me for this." and a wooden blade, stained with blood, appeared next to his head; clearly the weapon used to attack him.

Standing over him with a bokken,  an icy-cold look written across his face was Habataki Hyuga, the guy who was sitting behind Zenkichi during lunch and the one who requested the help of Medaka for the Kendo Club.

"Blame it on that eccentric student president, your childhood friend. I specifically told her to get rid of those low-lifes! Who the hell cultivates weeds?! Damn idiot." Slightly swinging the bokken to the side, splashing the concrete ground and wall, he adjusted his glasses and growled. "Well, as the Americans say, if you want something done right, do it yourself."

A savage grin split across his face as he started walking towards the Kendo Club.

"It's time for a purge."

....

'W-What the fuck...happened?'

A couple minutes passed by after Hyuga left and Zenkichi finally regained consciousness, while feeling a throbbing headache.

He raised his arms up and used his hands to push himself up from the ground, though he wobbled for a moment from his hazy vision and headache, but he eventually turned his body around and sat down.