"Alice, go call Link. It's time for him to get up!"

"Mom, I'm going to be late. A slightly chubby white girl swallowed a sandwich and shouted.

"Cousque—"

"Mom, I'm going to be late too. I'm going to school too, and you forgot that my school bus is ten minutes ahead of Alice's. A tall boy with a lot of pimples on his face said helplessly.

"Sorry baby, Mommy forgot. The white woman who was making a sandwich in the kitchen said impatiently. "Honey~"

A man in his forties with a mustache on his upper lip put down his coffee and said, "Honey." Maybe he still needs to be calm. ”

"I think he needs breakfast more. The woman busy in the kitchen glared at him.

The man shrugged helplessly at a pair of children, leaned back and shouted upstairs, "Link, Link." Your mom prepares breakfast for you. ”

A young man of yellow race walked slowly down the stairs. He said as he walked, "Yes, Dad." I heard that. Hi Cosque, Alice, good morning, good morning Mom!"

He called white women 'moms.' And this family is white except for him, and he is obviously not related to anyone else. The reason is actually quite simple, he is an adopted child.

When he went to get the sandwich, the woman helped him prepare a cup of fresh milk and said, "Son, how are you feeling today?" Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm all right! ”

"Maybe you can go to Mr. Barry. The middle-aged man said loudly. "He's looking for a breeder. ”

Link took him to the table for breakfast and said, "Dad, I've heard that the Bally's Fish Farm is going out of business. ”

"Perhaps, if you go, you won't go out of business. The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders and said. He works for the Pali Fishery, is the technical supervisor there, and of course knows the condition of the Bali Fishery. "Maybe the price of rainbow trout will be a little higher this year. ”

"I think he's going to go bankrupt right away when I go. ”

"Don't say that, child!" said the woman who was busy in the kitchen. "Those were accidents. ”

"I have to go out and wait for the school bus. Goodbye Dad, goodbye Mommy. Cox stood up and interrupted them. "Link, have a nice day. ”

The woman came out with her breakfast and put a touch on his face and said, "Good luck, baby." ”

The woman sat down at the table after dropping off her son, and asked Link, "Are you going out to look for a job today?" ”

Jeff is the name of a middle-aged man.

Link is the adopted child of the Hans. His biological parents were Chinese who came to the United States during the wave of Chinese immigrants in the last century, and they divorced in the third year after giving birth to him. He lived with his biological mother in San Francisco, but when he was five years old, his biological mother died in a car accident while at work, and his biological father was said to have returned home. He was orphaned.

Mr. and Mrs. Hans were his neighbors at the time, and the two families had a good relationship. At that time, they did not have children, so they decided to adopt him. It wasn't until he was seven years old that the Hans gave birth to Cox, and two years later, the Hans' second child, Alice, was born.

Six years ago, the Hans moved their family to Amber Township, St. Lawrence County, Nevada. Jeff works at a private fishery, while Barbara works at a fast-food restaurant in town.

Link failed to get into college, and at the age of nineteen went to work as a waiter at a Las Vegas restaurant. The salary is not high though. But the tip income is not low. He worked in that restaurant for two years, saved some money, and went on a tour to China. As a result, the front wheels of the return plane could not be lowered when landing, and finally it had to make a forced landing.

Although the plane made a successful forced landing and no one died, many passengers were injured, and he was one of them - his head hit the side wall of the plane and he had a severe concussion - when he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said that there was a small shadow on the left side of the brain, which was suspected to be bruising, and he needed to recuperate for a while.

So the Hans took him home to recuperate. He had been back at Hans's house for five months.

The last time I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor said that the shadow in his brain had disappeared. However, his previous job has long since been lost.

Now that he is twenty-two years old, he certainly can't do nothing. It's just that he's been looking for a job for a month. In just one month, he found eight jobs. The longest serving, only made for three days. Now he is still unemployed, so he still has to work hard to find a job.

"Yes, Mommy!" Link said as he ate his sandwich. "I want to go to Las Vegas. There are more opportunities there. ”

"If you like it, go for it. God will bless you. "Although I don't quite approve of him going back to Las Vegas. But Barbara also noticed that the adopted son had not been happy lately.

"Yes, God bless me. Link said with a wry smile. "He's supposed to bless me with a stable job. ”

"If. Jeff put down the newspaper in his hand and said. "I mean if. If you still can't find a suitable job in Las Vegas, I suggest you go home. ”

"OK, if I'm still so unlucky, maybe it's God directing me to work in the Bali Fishery. I thought, I'll be back. ”

"Baby, God will bless you. Barbara compared a cross and said reverently.

Link nodded, but he had his own plans.

He's been really unlucky lately. He lost eight jobs in just one month, not because he was incompetent, nor because he was cheating and cheating. That's just because he's unlucky. Working at a gas station, he was robbed on the first day of work, and the next night was the same, the robber also fired, the bullet grazed his arm, and although he was not shot, he was still injured. So the Hans asked him to resign.

The second job was to deliver fast food, but before the first one was delivered, he hit a dog, the dog was slightly injured, and the fast food restaurant compensated the dog for medical expenses. He was also fired.

In his third job, he was a waiter at a fast-food restaurant, and when he delivered his first meal, he stepped on a small piece of pizza thrown by a furry child on the ground, and the hot pizza on his hand was slapped on the face of the bear child's mother. The fast-food restaurant almost didn't get into a lawsuit, so he lost his job again......

In short, he encountered one situation or another in every job, and none of them could be done.

Recently, he finally understood why he was so unlucky. It was not a coincidence, but because he was possessed by a god from China.

The god of decay is a god unique to China. He had checked the information and knew about this god in Chinese legend who was specially designed to make people unlucky.

He knew that there was such a god possessed, but he had never seen it. All he could see was what looked like a computer dialog box. The thing was translucent, and it would appear in front of his eyes whenever he wanted to see it.

Fortunately, he learned Chinese in middle school, but he can know what words are on it.

The title of the dialog box is the five big purple characters that exude a strong and eerie atmosphere: "I am the vice god of decay". There is also a formula below: "(Character Value - Street Hit Value) * 0.11 = Luck Value".

And the corresponding number, his character is 315, hitting the street 1022, 0.11 should be a coefficient. So his luck is -77.77. He didn't know how bad luck that number meant he was going to be. But in the end, it will be unlucky. This is also confirmed by his experience.

The camphor wood Buddha statue he bought from China, which was said to have stored a treasure map, was offered in his room, and he carried a silver pendant of Jesus, but to no avail.

His luck is still declining a little bit. His character and street fighting data are also improving, but his character is improving very slowly, while hitting the street is rising very fast. His luck went from -63 a month ago to -77 now. That made him feel like he had no future.

He still thinks that this vice-declining god like a computer operating system can actually make him look forward to life a little more.

Because in that translucent dialog, there are seven lines below the number:

Draw a circle and curse you

Let's be unlucky

Let the poor monk show the female Tanyue a palm print

The donor's seal hall is black

I'm just a vice god

Do a good deed every day

The scourge is left for thousands of years

Those seven lines of words give him the feeling that it is like the skills of a game character in a game. The only thing that lit up was the first line, "Draw a circle and curse you". That should mean that he can use this "skill". It's just that he doesn't know how to use "skills" yet.

PS: The editor in charge said that my goldfinger formula is very winding. Hope I change it. This is certainly excellent advice. But the madman hasn't figured out what to do yet. Because in the setting of the madman, this is a pseudo-system text, and in the future, this system will be blurred, and there is no sense of existence. In the future, readers will not be asked to calculate the character of the protagonist, how much he hits the street, and how much his final luck is. Anyway, there will only be an approximate value in the future. Please also ask my brothers and sisters not to commit obsessive-compulsive disorder for the time being.

Or wait for the madman to be inspired!