[Ability trait activated!]
[Congratulations, Host! You've obtained a golden trait: Lucky Fruit!]
Lucky Fruit: By touching others with your hands, you can absorb their luck and store it for your own use!
"A Devil Fruit-type ability...?"
Kuzeha's heart was slightly shaken.
This Lucky Fruit was a classic "the weak get weaker, the strong get stronger" ability.
If a weakling acquired it, they might just increase their luck a bit — win some bets, get lucky with lotteries — nothing game-changing.
But in the hands of a powerhouse, storing and using that luck in combat could produce unfathomable results.
Many powerful beings had fallen just from a sliver of bad luck.
If one could control that variable...
"But since it's a Devil Fruit ability… does it come with a weakness to water?"
Kuzeha wondered.
If the Lucky Fruit brought a fatal weakness, it might be better to synthesize it into something else.
At that moment, the system's explanation rang out in his mind:
"The traits granted are perfected abilities — they do not come with unnecessary drawbacks."
Upon hearing that, Kuzeha raised an eyebrow and relaxed.
There was no need to worry about a deadly trade-off.
Gaining a new power shouldn't cost him his life.
Meanwhile, Momobami Kirari looked behind her.
The others, still dazed from the earlier explosion, were slowly regaining their senses.
And from the looks of it, some of them were starting to move again.
Her eyes twinkled as they landed once more on Kuzeha.
"It seems Mr. Kuzeha may be receiving more than just my two hundred billion..."
These heirs to elite families, though mentally fragile in the face of death, could still make rational choices once the panic faded.
And a boy who surpassed even S-Class heroes?
They would never pass up the chance to make a connection.
Kuzeha glanced at the gathering of heirs and frowned slightly.
Of course, he understood what Kirari implied.
But money was just numbers.
And the flattery of insignificant ants meant nothing to him.
Kirari caught the disdain in his eyes.
She was shocked—but also found it completely reasonable.
For someone like Kuzeha, even their family heads would be beneath notice, let alone the heirs.
She felt a sense of fortune wash over her.
If not for that bet with Yuki, she probably wouldn't have gotten close to him either.
"The fate bestowed by gambling really is fascinating…"
Kirari smiled softly, then spoke gently:
"If Mr. Kuzeha finds this all troublesome, please allow me, Kirari, to handle these matters."
She lowered herself with the utmost humility, subtly drawing herself closer to Kuzeha.
He nodded faintly.
Beside him, Yuki clung to his arm and grinned at Kirari.
"Then we'll trouble you with it, President Kirari!"
In the parking lot.
Ayano was anxiously waiting.
The moment she saw Yuki and Kuzeha approaching, she finally exhaled deeply.
"Miss Yuki!"
She ran up to them.
"Did you wait long?"
Yuki asked with a smile.
Ayano shook her head.
"I just got here too."
"On the way here, after the evacuation alert, young master suddenly disappeared from the car…"
She recalled the panic from earlier and sighed.
"The meteor—it was young master who stopped it, wasn't it?"
She looked at Kuzeha. Her question carried certainty.
Yuki looked surprised.
"You're that sure?"
Ayano tilted her head, her bangs swaying.
"Because the young master is simply… omnipotent."
Hearing her resolute tone, Yuki couldn't help but admire her again.
She really was the most faithful believer in her brother.
"Wait, Ayano—don't tell me you like my brother?"
Ayano's expression turned solemn.
"I wouldn't dare entertain such arrogant thoughts as becoming his girlfriend. To be used as his tool is already my greatest honor."
Her devout declaration stunned Yuki once again.
Yup, still the most loyal.
Just then, Kuzeha approached, and Ayano's eyes sparkled.
"Young master, thank you for your efforts!"
Kuzeha casually patted her head.
"Didn't you have other business?"
Ayano shook her head.
"I canceled everything earlier. Ensuring your and Miss Yuki's safety is my top priority!"
She lowered her head, guilt flashing across her face.
"Facing a disaster of this scale, I couldn't do anything useful…"
Slap!
Before she could finish, Yuki clapped her hands together to interrupt.
"Ayano, you've done more than enough. Don't blame yourself!"
Then she turned to Kuzeha with an expectant look.
"Since we've got most of the day left… Big bro, can you take me to the anime convention now?"
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
She had assumed she wouldn't make it today — but thanks to the meteor cutting the summit short, now there was time!
As a secret otaku and devoted 2D enthusiast, Yuki loved collecting merch.
She had even converted an entire room at the orphanage into her personal stockroom for figurines and manga.
To her, anime cons were treasure hunts for rare goods and doujin!
One hour later.
They returned to Tokyo and arrived at an international exhibition center.
This con wasn't particularly huge — it only rented half the venue — but the crowd was massive.
Even near noon, there was still a queue to get in.
Inside, various booths filled the space.
Large ones belonged to major anime/game companies,hosting giveaways and fan events.
Smaller booths were for doujin authors and artists selling indie merch and manga.
These were Yuki's favorites.
Once inside, her eyes instinctively scanned the cosplayers.
"E..."
"D..."
"D..."
"F..."
"Ugh, why are all of them so damn big?!"
Playing a mental minesweeper game, Yuki glanced at her own chest and bit her lip.
"It's okay, Miss Yuki. You're still growing. There's plenty of time for development!"
Ayano's comforting words only made her sulk harder.
"At this rate, I'll have to ask big bro for help..."
In some anime, massages supposedly worked wonders.
She used to think that was nonsense.
But after that toothbrush experiment with Kuzeha... she was starting to believe.
"Mm, with a proper excuse, he probably won't say no..."
Now she was even looking forward to it.
"Big bro…"
She turned toward Kuzeha, ready to drag him into a doujin booth—but caught him staring pensively at a group of cosplayers dressed as white-winged angels.
Yuki narrowed her eyes.
Their faces were cute enough.
Their costumes, pure and holy.
But those seductive curves made them look more like succubi than angels.
"Hmph… As expected of big bro, drawn to that blend of innocence and sin..."
Hearing her mutter, Kuzeha flicked her forehead.
"What do you mean, 'as expected of me'?"
Yuki stuck out her tongue playfully.
Kuzeha just shook his head.
While he did enjoy cosplay, his thoughts had actually drifted to the Flügel — the Winged Races.
Among the sixteen ranked species, they held sixth place — yet they'd once slain gods.
A race of pure energy, whose soul, body, and power were one.
Overusing energy would shrink them.
Hence the phrase: "Divine Strike leaves behind a field of lolis."
Today, Yuki had triggered the feather he gave her.
That link had awakened something instinctual in Kuzeha.
He had crossed space in an instant — an ability characteristic of the Flügel.
It seemed his control over the War God's Essence had deepened once again.
"It's about time I tried creating the Winged Race..."
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