Serving Karma, One Delivery at a Time

That money was our future, every penny saved since graduation for the home we dreamed of building together.Riccardo shot to his feet, avoiding my gaze, and bolted for the door. It slammed shut with a deafening bang, his words echoing, "Come find me when you're yourself again!"I shrugged and went on to scroll through the haters' posts.KeyboardFury's update had gone viral, sparking a fresh wave of ridicule. They called me a masochist, a reverse saint, and the internet's biggest fool.My phone rang with a call from Emily Brown, my best friend."Patricia, are you out of your mind?" she shouted over the phone. "I gave you #200,000 to hire a lawyer and sue those creeps, not to buy them takeout!""It's my choice," I replied calmly. "You don't need to worry.""Don't worry? You're letting those jerks walk all over you, and you're using my money to feed them! You're degrading yourself! The whole internet's laughing at you! You're breaking my heart!" she snarled, hanging up.When I cal

...The app's icon was stark: a black square with a blood-red hourglass, twisted and ominous. I tapped it, and the screen filled with a chilling black-and-red interface, radiating menace.Riccardo stared, his pupils shrinking.At the top, a countdown pulsed: 69 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 42 seconds.Targets of Misfortune Transfer was the head. Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover...Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100].Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise.[Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.][Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.][Misfortune Total: 100%.][Targets Locked: 100/100.][Countdown: 69 days.]He finally understood my persistence, my composure, and my madness in spending our wedding fund and standing a

"Crap! Was the food poisoned?""Not poison. A curse! Patricia is like a vengeful spirit now!"KeyboardFury became a pariah. His colleagues avoided him like the plague, scattering whenever he appeared. He was utterly isolated.The hater group splintered. The weak-willed cracked under fear, flooding my DMs with apologies and begging for mercy. But the hardliners, led by NetJudge, dismissed it as a coincidence, doubling down with nastier attacks.They called my tactics cheap and desperate, even going beyond online jabs. In a private chat, they plotted an offline revenge.NetJudge rallied them. "She loves sending gifts? Let's send her one she'll never forget. Her address is out there, right? Let's pay her a visit."Riccardo intercepted the chat and narrowed his eyes. "They're playing dirty."I read their vile plans, but my eyes gleamed. "Perfect! I've been waiting for this."...Emily learned of the offline threat and called me relentlessly. When I didn't answer, she showed up at

"Make her bark like a dog and crawl under our legs!""She's pathetic. We're doing her a favor by showing up. She should kneel in gratitude.""If she's hot enough, maybe I'll let her grovel at my feet."At 7 p.m. sharp, the hall's doors swung open. I stepped in alone, wearing a tailored red gown that was as vivid as blood and as fierce as fire.The noise paused for a heartbeat, then exploded into jeers and whistles."Look at her, all dolled up! Who is she trying to seduce?" KeyboardFury led the taunts, his voice cutting through. "Patricia! Kneel! Apologize!""Kneel! Apologize!" the crowd chanted, their voices a tidal wave that threatened to engulf me.I stood under the spotlight, gazing at those twisted faces below. They were greedy, malicious, and ravenous.I smiled brightly, but it was a chilling one that made their jeers falter. I took the microphone, my voice clear and steady through the speakers. "Good evening, everyone. Before my apology, I have a gift for each of you—the

At the top, a line of bright red text flashed like a victory banner.[All targets' misfortunes triggered. Giver's misfortune reset to zero.]A new life awaited me....After posting the truth online with all the evidence, I deleted my accounts.Riccardo, Emily, and I moved to a quiet seaside town. We rented a house with a yard and spent our days walking, fishing, and watching the waves.I embraced the sunlight, the sand, and the sea breeze. For the first time, I truly felt reborn.Smiles returned to my face, and I slept soundly at night. With my misfortune cleared, luck seemed to follow me: green lights at every crossing and discounts on every purchase.Life felt like a dream until one night, a drunk Emily clung to me, laughing and crying. "Patricia, that system of yours is like a novel come to life."Riccardo grilled oysters nearby, smiling silently, but something felt off.Once they slept, I crept into the study and opened Riccardo's laptop. I entered our first date as th