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Everyone else also turned their gaze to Brandon. Elric, with a smile, asked, "Can you really go through with it?"Brandon immediately found himself torn once again. "Isn’t that a bit too harsh?" he asked, conflicted. If the backlash hit Olivia hard, she’d suffer far more than if she returned his luck willingly. He wasn’t sure he could be that cruel.Lindsay scoffed. "So, you can’t do it, huh? If that’s the case, then there’s nothing more to say. Let’s just wrap this up."Her reaction wasn’t surprising. After all, Brandon doted on Olivia the most, and he had willingly given his luck away. More importantly, he hadn’t suffered enough to truly learn his lesson. Elric shook his head in disappointment. "We’ve wasted everyone’s time here. You two siblings are just playing us for fools.” “Let’s call it a day—this is getting boring," he added, knowing full well Brandon would regret his choice later.Alex, full of frustration, sighed. "Brandon, I hope you can take care of yourself from he

Richard and Grace were once again bombarded with questions from relatives and friends. This time, Richard’s father and mother, Randolph Harper and Valarie Hall, stepped in, delivering a direct notice: they were to return to the family estate the next day. There was no escaping a round of scolding.Richard, who was still abroad, received strict orders from his father to come back immediately. He had no choice but to ask his assistant to book a flight for the next morning. Afterward, he pulled up the latest episode of the reality show and skimmed through the key moments. By the end of it, he was so furious he felt like he might burst a blood vessel. It was as if his lungs were about to explode.He couldn’t understand how Brandon’s mind worked—how could he be so foolish? Even after his luck was drained, leaving him in such a miserable state, he still couldn’t bring himself to be firm with Olivia. Richard couldn’t believe that his family had produced such a self-sacrificing fool. If an

As they walked, Lindsay explained, "Most of the items here are cursed in some way. If you take them home, at best you’ll have bad luck, and at worst, you could get seriously ill or even die. So, they’re not suitable for you."She had noticed that nearly ninety percent of the antiques on display carried a curse, which meant most of them likely came from dark or tainted places. Of course, not all were necessarily from burial sites—some had been deliberately exposed to cursed locations to soak up negative energy.For the average person, cursed objects are dangerous, but for many practitioners of divination, they could be useful. Aside from using such items to harm others, mystics often need cursed objects for their own rituals or battles. When practitioners face off, drawing on these strong curses becomes essential. Regular environmental energy just wouldn’t cut it; these objects provided the concentrated energy they needed for more intense workings.Hearing Lindsay’s words, those who

Lindsay chuckled softly. "When things start going well, they tend to keep improving. That’s why it might feel like a lucky streak."Joshua shook his head. "It’s not just a feeling—I’m convinced you’re my lucky star."At that moment, Benedict chimed in. "Judging by your fortune, Lindsay does seem to be your lucky star. Without her, your career wouldn’t just have stalled—it would’ve been stuck for years. You’d eventually cross paths with someone you shouldn’t, and your life would take a turn for the worse. It would’ve been a rough ride, to say the least."He had noticed earlier that Joshua’s fate had changed significantly after meeting Lindsay. The shift wasn’t something forced but rather a natural course of events, an alteration permitted by the greater order of things. It wouldn’t bring any negative backlash or punishment.One thing was certain: meeting Lindsay had been the best stroke of luck in Joshua’s life.The group listened intently, fully believing Benedict’s words. After all,

Brandon couldn’t help but feel frustrated. They were all guests on the same show—why couldn’t they just get along? Instead, they were playing these petty isolation games.The group wandered to the end of the street but didn’t come across any more items with positive energy. Lindsay stood by the wall at the end, admiring several ancient paintings hanging there. The vendor at this stall was an elderly man with white hair, watching her with a smile.Seeing her lost in thought, he asked, "What do you think of these paintings?"Lindsay snapped back to reality and replied, "They’re beautifully done—masterful technique, full of life, and they carry a certain charm."The old man chuckled. "Of course, they do. These are masterpieces by none other than Mr. Scott."Lindsay was taken aback. "These were painted by Mr. Scott?"The old man nodded, his tone laced with admiration. "Yes, indeed. Many mystics believe that if they’re fortunate enough to study these, they might even gain insights to enh