Allen was daring and suicidal enough to be one of the first protagonists who would torture their own system. He was well aware that if he walked down this path, he would inevitably die, but so was the system.
He would rather die than be a slave of the system. And if his life was the price for killing the system and preventing himself from being a slave, so be it. Death was inevitable anyway, and dying at a young age would only mean that he had received that inevitable outcome a lot earlier.
With that in mind, Allen resolved himself to his inevitable death as he walked the path of self-destruction–where he would torture his own system.
Although he already accepted that fate of his, he still wanted to know what the fuck was the liquid that he had stepped on to force him to have such a fate.
So with that in mind, Allen examined his wooden floor and found some scattered liquid on the floor that was definitely not water, he was sure of it that it wasn’t water. Not to mention there were some noticeable small bubbles in the water and since he hadn’t spilled any liquid in his room, it only meant one thing.
But first, he had to make sure that what he had thought of the liquid was really it since if not, then it would mean that he was tricked yet again.
If Allen had a nickel for every time he got tricked, he would have 1 nickel which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it only happened once.
After all, Allen wasn’t that smart so he was easy to trick but thanks to his cautious personality, he had yet to be tricked and this month, it only happened once when the system rigged him. Also, the only one who had the highest success rate in tricking him was his younger brother and it’s self-explanatory why his younger brother can successfully trick him despite his cautious personality.
Anyway, Allen inspected the liquid on his wooden floor and he noticed that it smelled familiar. No, it wasn’t semen, or else his brother would have laughed at him when he had entered his room.
“Fuck, isn’t this Asther’s saliva?”
Allen cursed as he found out who the culprit was for the unknown liquid on his wooden floor. It was none other than his younger brother and because of him, he accidentally accepted to be a host of a damnable soul parasite.
If it wasn’t for his younger brother, he would have been living an average life free of trouble.
Because of his younger brother’s spit, his life would be filled with troubles now. Imagine, the cause for all of your problems was because of your sibling’s spit.
As for how the fuck his younger brother’s spit was even on his floor, it was because of the time he had a wrestling match with his younger brother earlier.
His younger brother was aware that not only did Allen was quite experienced when it came to combat, but Allen also had an advantage when it came to build due to Allen having a slightly muscular build that was on the lean side.
While Asther was quite thin and although he has no fat, he also didn’t have any muscular build. After all, Asther has little to no time in exercising due to him spending most of his time cooped up in his laboratory.
But since Asther was a Supreme, it was by no means that he was a stupid human. He knew all too well that he couldn’t defeat Allen in a fair match and that was why Asther resorted to fighting dirty against Allen.
Asther pulled off the infamous spit attack but due to some luck, it didn’t manage to hit Allen despite being at point blank range. So, Allen was left with numerous spits on his wooden floor that he planned to mop later.
“Damn it! Asther keeps on making trouble for me! Because of him, I have to house a fucking soul parasite in my soul. I’ll make sure to empty Asther’s wallet when he treats me to an expensive restaurant!”
Allen swore to himself that he would eat as much as he could just so that he could empty Asther’s wallet out of spite.
“Sigh, for now, I’ll just torture the system and make it regret tricking me. Even if I die, I will without a doubt go down in history for being the first protagonist that managed to torture its own system.”
“As long as I don’t chant the word that the system wanted me to chant, I should be fine. With that being said, I’ll just sleep and let the future me handle all my current problems.”
Allen wasn’t dumb enough to mention the word “Guide” since he knew that the system would let the System AI take over the Supreme Luck System and that would make his life a lot more problematic.
Allen doubted if the source of his soon-to-be <Supreme Luckster> talent came from the system since if that was the case, he wouldn’t have that lucid dream or what Asther called a sign of awakening.
There was no way that his dream foresaw the future of him becoming the <Supreme Luckster> due to the Supreme Luck System because if it did, he might as well proclaim himself as the <Supreme Clairvoyant>.
Since he had nothing to do, Allen headed to his bathroom as he took out a mop and a bucket of diluted detergent so that he could clean his wooden floor. After all, if he didn’t clean his wooden floor, it would only take a matter of time before the smell of Asther’s saliva became pungent.
Asther spat out too many volumes of his saliva that Allen would bet 100 dollars that Asther hydrated himself as soon as he went back to his laboratory.
After mopping and cleaning his wooden floor, Allen’s plan of torturing his Supreme Luck System would now start.
And for it to start, he laid down on his bed, wrapped himself in his blanket, and slept.
Will his system give in to him or will both of them die?
Allen was anticipated to find out.