Luck and Reinforcement

The Prostitute's Underwear came with a curse: manual equipping and removal were forced, and bodily sensitivity increased. Just like with Mindi earlier, changing clothes became a huge hassle. And it was more annoying than I'd thought.

In combat, you sweat. Sweat makes you sticky. So players changed their underwear frequently. Plus—and I hadn't noticed this before—it heightened sensitivity to the body. It wasn't just pervy; impacts, heat, cold during fights hit harder, causing major discomfort. Stickiness would feel worse too.

Was that why I came so hard earlier? She was still a total perv, but maybe the underwear made her extra sensitive, leading to that explosion. Anyway, great item, but no way was I wearing it. I could if I had to... but no man wants women's panties, no matter the stats. Still, too good to sell, so I'd hold onto it.

That was enough for today. I wasn't tired at all, but all the excitement had me wired. My body probably was exhausted.

It's only day one. Better rest without pushing it.

The connection ended, and I came to on Earth.

"...Huh?"

Something felt off right away. Logging out should bring a disconnect—game stats made you feel powerful, but reality's body was weak. No gap at all.

I checked my status just in case, and a hologram appeared in reality.

Synchronization already?

In my past life, it happened when the Demon God regained full power and shattered the wall separating Earth and Heroes. Why me now?

The Goddess's consideration?

If so, I was grateful. Synchronization meant the same body in game and reality. I could ignore Earth and dive into Heroes.

Plus, the wall's still up, so death means respawn.

Explained no fatigue too—level-ups cleared it via sync. No need to rest.

I logged back into Heroes.

I opened my inventory right away. Time to act on the idea that hit once I knew luck was on my side!

Enhancements were pricey. Legendary dagger? 100k from the start. Most beginner village players couldn't dream of it. But I could.

Gambling den haul. Money for weapons and enhancements.

I kept going. Early stages had high success rates—usually hit.

Failure? Just lost money. No big deal for me.

Trouble started at +11. Odds dropped, costs rose. Cost-effective stop? +10.

Not bad. Double attack, 10% ignores defense. Past life me stopped at +10 mostly—gambling taught restraint. Higher? Only for must-haves, after agonizing.

Heart pounded each time. But now?

No need!

Dark streets, Luck Quests filled the gauge—I used it for success.

"Fuck yeah!"

+10 adds 10% attack per stage. +11? 20%. High risk, high reward.

I farmed more Luck Quests around town.

Farm, enhance, repeat. Not all successes.

12% wasn't terrible, 10% gauge? Should work.

Luck triggered as I hit enhance... but

Squeak squeak!

A rat burst from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shadows.

No ordinary rodent—a monster. Rich Mice lurked in sewers, hoarding shiny things. Nicknamed Thief Rats.

Squeak!

This one dropped its shiny prize—a worn necklace—and fled on spotting me. No item effects, just junk. But not ordinary.

Lucky. 10% gauge for a quest giving 15% ticket. Profitable, but

"Fuck! Damn rat!"

Why now? Timing fucked me—harsh lesson.

Not foolproof.

Good side: cheap lesson. Stayed cocky? Worse. Money plenty, gauge refillable.

Late night, but easy gauge farm. Easier than day. Annoying tasks though.

"Man, even the whores are sick of us. How long we stuck here?"

"Fuck off. Wait. Fuck that bitch once, then we bounce."

A group emerged near brothels. Flashy gear—decent for village.

Yeah, those types. Linger in starter zones, act big. Hated 'em. Past life bad run-ins bred disgust.

Ignored, no need for beef. New life, no grudges.

"What's that guy doing?"

Black guy in center tilted head at me.

"Hey, yellow monkey. Picking trash? No quest like that. Hidden one?"

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Skillful asshole. Starts with racism? Arrogant, like he knows all.

If hidden, why tell? Irritated, but I love peace. Good is good.

No new enemies wanted.

"Just 'cause it's dirty."

"Speak straight!"

Black dude—Bigsim?—slapped my shoulder, cocky.

"Speak right. Or living here's gonna suck."

Ignored, bent for trash—

Thwack!

"Nice shot!"

He kicked it. Goons laughed.

"Too poor? In-game janitor?"

"Oh! Dog-hunting! To eat! Savage!"

Ignore. Waste of time. Guards'd intervene.

"Hey! What's going on?"

See? Guard... fuck, Habak.

Still not off duty?

Drunk flush, sloppy armor, lipstick on neck. Brothel crawl again.

"Habak! Perfect timing! This guy's sus!"

"Bigsim! You see it too! Shady fucker!"

Unbelievable. They know each other? Clique shit. Lucky? They left quick—no reaction from me killed interest.

But mood ruined.

You assholes don't get off easy.

Rat pissed me off; this worsened it.

Meet outside village.

Beginner area protected—no PvP. Outside? Free PK. Sounded like leaving soon—hunt then. Venting.

Easy since I'd outlevel. Finish enhancing.

Farmed gauge, enhanced more. Finally.

"Holy... insane."

Past life's max: +15. Day one achieved.

Tempting, but hold. Destruction risk now. Rat repeat? Disaster. +16 hides odds—unknown gauge need.

At least get Protection Scroll first.

Protects gear on fail. Not buyable yet.

Enhance these then?

Dopamine high—stopping sucked. Inventory leftovers? Then it hit: Buy masturbation toy, enhance?

Egelina's face. Fingers only—knew toys existed but feared stares. Tempted by veggie pillars but held back.

Promised revisit; quest too. Gift enhanced toy?

Gift aside, curiosity: +15 dildo performance?

Headed to shady entertainment district shop.