Dreaming to Become a Creator-Chapter 0093 – Change of Fortune

Chapter 93: Change of Fortune
“What do you make of this man, Heavenly Lord?”
Zuo Meng and the Heavenly Lord sat atop the clouds like deities, gazing down at the mortal realm.
“He’s endured nine lifetimes of misfortune seeped into his soul. Anyone tied to him through karma faces ruin—losing wealth at best, losing lives at worst.”
Karma meant anyone who crossed paths with Zhu Jiu, whether through kindness or hatred. Once entangled, misfortune crawled along these threads to strike. Those plotting to kill him invited doom through their malice, while those he resented met similar fates. This Fate sounded formidable, yet brought only suffering. Zhu Jiu’s curse struck indiscriminately—his parents died at three, his village slaughtered at nine. At twelve, traffickers sold him only to be slain by desert bandits, who later perished in gang wars.
Misfortune hounded his every step.
Defiant, Zhu Jiu sought to learn martial arts, but every master died within three days. He worked at taverns that soon collapsed. Even his secret love succumbed to lung disease, dying young. No one linked to him escaped tragedy.
He once tried ending his life, but his cursed Fate barred even this. A knife bought from a blacksmith led to the smith’s arrest. Poison sought from a physician ended with the man murdered. Leaping off a cliff, he survived—only to crush an innocent bystander. Heaven seemed determined to keep him suffering.
To ordinary people, this seemed mystical. To Zuo Meng and the Heavenly Lord, it was simple cause and effect.
The world’s rules forbade his death.
Blades kill because rules say so. Fire burns by the same decree. Rules governed all things—what’s permitted, what’s forbidden. None could defy them unless they transcended the rules themselves.
“Look again, Heavenly Lord.”
Zuo Meng smiled. The power of rules he’d tapped earlier now rippled downward.
“Oh?”
In mere moments, the black gas shrouding Zhu Jiu dissolved, replaced by swirling purple energy.
Purple radiance soared—a mark of imperial fortune!
Such energy crowned regional tyrants or the supremely wealthy. Yet here was a man doomed to lifelong beggary, his destiny rewritten in an instant.
Demon Suppression Town.
Zhu Jiu chewed on scraps when his teeth struck something hard.
“Ugh—”
He spat out a stone, clutching his jaw.
Rubbing off grime, the object gleamed gold.
Gold?
He gaped. Never had luck favored him—until now. Finding gold in leftovers? Unthinkable.
Finished eating, he pocketed the gold to trade. Desperate souls in Demon Suppression Town cared little about curses—poverty scared them more. Men with nothing to lose would risk anything for coin.
“Stop! Don’t run!”
Before Zhu Jiu could leave, a bloodied man clutching a bundle sprinted past. Three pursuers brandished longswords. The fleeing man collapsed at Zhu Jiu’s feet, breath stilled.
The trio skidded to a halt.
“Scram, beggar!” they barked, strangers unaware of his infamy.
Zhu Jiu hunched submissively, turning to leave—
*Thunk!*
A blade pierced flesh behind him.
The man who had just yelled at Zhu Jiu turned around in disbelief.
“Big… Brother…”
“Third Brother, sorry. Second Brother and I agreed – this isn’t yours,” the leader said fiercely.
“Hurry up, Brother!”
“Wait. Let me finish this stinking beggar first. No loose ends.” After killing his own brother, the leader pulled out his longsword and stalked toward Zhu Jiu with murderous intent.
He took one step – then slipped.
His boot crushed a poison bottle that had rolled from Third Brother’s corpse.
“The poison?!”
This deadly poison had been prepared by the leader himself, but he’d forgotten it earlier and left it with Third Brother. The toxin killed instantly, even through leather. The leader staggered, face darkening, and dropped dead.
“Brother! Damn beggar, you’ll pay…!”
Second Brother hadn’t seen clearly, thinking the leader fell to an ambush. He drew his blade to attack – only to step on the same poison bottle. Momentum carried him forward two steps before he collapsed, his package tumbling to Zhu Jiu’s feet.
Dead?
Just like that?
Zhu Jiu picked up the package four individuals had died fighting over. Inside lay a manual titled “Formless Golden Body!”
A Martial Arts Manual? Delivered to him?
Beside it were porcelain bottles labeled “Greater Recovery Pill” and “Lesser Recovery Pill” – precious pills that boosted martial power.
Zhu Jiu gaped. This day felt like a dream.
“A free manual? Too bad I don’t know martial arts terms.”
He flipped through pages and froze.
The manual used diagrams.
No complex instructions – just pose correctly and take the pills. The real treasure was the pills, and amazingly, the needed one was included.
“My luck’s changed! Haha!”
“Thank Heaven! Thank Heaven!”
Zhu Jiu grinned like a fool, bowing to the sky. Who else but Heaven could grant such fortune?
Above the clouds, Zuo Meng and the Heavenly Lord exchanged smiles, watching Zhu Jiu’s gratitude.
To this beggar, they were Heaven itself.