Chapter 2

Even after I stopped arguing, Brittany wouldn't let me leave.

She declared she was going to teach me a lesson and ordered Leo to do it for her.

"Leo, it's our first day together. Why don't you personally give her a little lesson?"

Leo hesitated for a second, then nodded.

In less than a moment, my insides screamed with pain.

Leo completely dropped his simp act. His voice was condescending.

"Chloe, how does it feel to be in excruciating pain?"

"They say cancer pain is the absolute worst kind. My grandpa had it. Now, you're experiencing it for him, so I guess I can feel like I'm doing something good for my family."

I grabbed Leo's sleeve, my hatred boiling. I wanted to tear him apart.

He let me pull him closer, taking a perverse pleasure in my agony.

"You honestly thought I pursued you because I liked you? I just wanted to confirm if that Good Luck System was really yours."

"Chloe, I never liked you. I hated that aloof attitude of yours."

The torment left me speechless. I watched Brittany lean against Leo's shoulder, her voice soft.

"Leo, you don't blame me for making you use your last transfer ability, do you?"

Leo ran a hand through Brittany's hair, a doting smile on his face.

"Of course not. I know what you're thinking. This way, no one can ever take your Good Luck System away."

"This ability only had two uses anyway, and both were well spent."

Brittany's smile grew wider. She confidently promised Leo,

"Leo, don't worry. I'll share my good luck with you."

As she promised, Brittany didn't forget to trash-talk me.

"I would never be as selfish as Chloe!"

"She actually said abusing the Good Luck System would cause a backlash! She must think we're idiots!"

They gazed at each other, lovingly, right in front of me.

Just then, a classmate ran over to say the awards ceremony was starting and told Brittany and me to head over.

Brittany vanished in an instant.

This was a national math competition. The department faculty had been counting on me, really grooming me to win.

But on the day of the competition, I tripped over absolutely nothing and missed the whole thing.

Brittany came back with the trophy.

The department threw an awards ceremony, and Brittany became the faculty's new darling.

I walked with heavy steps, my forehead beaded with sweat from the pain.

Brittany rushed over to support me, exclaiming,

"Oh my god, Chloe, are you sick? Do you need a doctor?"

The department head immediately looked at me with concern.

After all, I was still one of their star students. Seeing me like this, they immediately called the school nurse and took me to the infirmary.

Brittany smirked, telling the department head,

"Chloe, the award ceremony is starting and you're sick? What a coincidence. The doctor will know if you're really ill when they get here."

In that instant, I understood Brittany's game.

This transferred pain wouldn’t show up in any medical tests. The department head would just think I was faking illness to skip the ceremony.

Suddenly, the Good Luck System's voice echoed in my mind.

"Host, Brittany is trying to harm you again!"