All Chapters of Serving Karma, One Delivery at a Time: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?][Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?][Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?][Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.][Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!]I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.My boyfriend, Riccardo Lemke, stormed into the room and yanked the phone from my hands."Patricia, stop looking!" he pleaded. "We're going to the police. I'll track down every one of these cowards and sue them. Please, stop torturing yourself.""I'm fine," I said calmly, retrieving my phone. "I just want to thank them properly."He froze, worry deepening the lines around his eyes. "You're scaring me."I ignored him and opened the food delivery app. Many of my haters used their phone numbers for social media accou

Chapter 2

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

Chapter 3

[Explosive Scoop! Food Vlogger Patricia's Relative Spills the Truth Behind Her Takeout Scheme!]The anonymous insider expressed heartache over my saintly behavior, then purposefully revealed my supposed motive: crafting a forgiving, magnanimous persona to win public sympathy and stage a comeback as a livestream influencer.Attached was Della's secret screenshot of my order history.[I knew it! No way she is that altruistic. It's all a stunt!][Disgusting! She'd do anything for clout.][Full marks for the act. Black or white, fame is fame!][Don't buy it! Keep roasting her. Let's see how long she plays saint!]...The Saint Persona narrative spread like a virus. This seemingly logical explanation emboldened the haters to accept my deliveries without guilt, now smug in the belief they'd seen through my ploy.Late that night, Riccardo sent a long message, begging me to stop reading the comments and hurting myself. He'd lined up a top therapist.I read the message and deleted it,

Chapter 4

...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

Chapter 5

GossipLover, who spread lies about my private life, was trying for a baby.He guzzled tonics daily, so I sent him a super-soup with grilled kidneys, noting: [Heard you're struggling. Get strong.]The college student who gleefully photoshopped my fake memorials got the city's priciest vegetarian meal. Note: [Eat light. It's a long road ahead.]GossipLover raged online, hurling vile curses. They were scared now. My gifts had struck their deepest vulnerabilities, a fear more torturous than any online spat, but the symphony of my revenge was just beginning....Riccardo became my strategist. By day, he was a polished programmer in a corporate office; by night, he turned into a hacker diving into the data's depths.He didn't just uncover basic info; he infiltrated company servers, tracking their work lives.KeyboardFury's failed project earned him a reprimand and a canceled bonus. Stressed, he vented online about his boss targeting him, which was caught by Riccardo and fed to me.Th

Chapter 6

"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

Chapter 7

The screenshot showed NetJudge riling up the group, planning to swarm my home that weekend with paint and funeral items.Della's face was a mask of worry. "They're awful! You should stay indoors or maybe move away."I saw through her act. She wasn't here to help; she was here to gloat.Determined to turn her game against her, I played along and feigned panic. "How could they do this?"Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though she kept up the pretense. "Don't worry. It's just talk. They won't really come."I clutched her hand and deliberately let slip a plan. "I can't take it anymore. On the 100th day of this nightmare—next Saturday—I'm renting a banquet hall to invite them all. I'll apologize, hand out money, and beg them to stop."Her eyes lit up like she'd hit the jackpot. This was the scandal she'd been waiting for."I don't think that's a good idea," she said, barely hiding her glee. "You'd be groveling.""I have no choice," I said, shaking my head in mock despair.To sel

Chapter 8

"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

Chapter 9

KeyboardFury shook, answering the call from his boss.A furious voice roared, "Zion Watts, you're fired! The police are coming for you! Expect a summons for embezzlement!"Almost at the same time, another hater's phone rang. His wife, having found his affair, demanded a divorce that left him penniless.The hall doors burst open.Police stormed in, waving warrants. "Who is Nathan Lewis, aka NetJudge? You're under arrest for defamation and fraud. Come with us!"The hall became a pandemonium of screams, sobs, curses, ringtones, and sirens. A glorious ruin unfolded....I watched coldly from the stage as the once-arrogant crowd crumbled, scrambling like rats. I set down the microphone and stepped off, my heels clicking on the marble floor, each step a hammer on their shattered lives.In a corner, I found an ashen Della, slumped in a chair. She was dumbfounded, shaking like a leaf. She couldn't believe the spectacle she'd anticipated had ended like this.When I crouched to meet her

Chapter 10

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

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