Although they said the fishing function encompassed everything across the myriad worlds, the fact that it even included something as mysterious and intangible as luck was a bit too outrageous.
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "KonoSuba: God's Blessing on This Wonderful World? The name sounds like it'd be a peaceful world?"
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "But why does the description mention things like 'pursuits' and 'interests'? Is there something special about Kazuma Satou's pursuits and interests?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Uh, well..."
Ordinary Group Leader: "@Child of Nature, why did you fish up something like this?"
Child of Nature: "shrug.jpg"
Child of Nature: "It's not like I get to choose what I hook."
Child of Nature: "Besides, this ability is perfectly normal."
The abnormal one was Kazuma Satou himself.
Ordinary Group Leader: "Normal my ass—this is Kazuma Satou's luck we're talking about."
Ordinary Group Leader: "I'm done."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Even among fellow transmigrators, there's a difference between the lucky and the unlucky."
Ordinary Group Leader: "I should've realized it sooner. I'm the trash-tier transmigrator, you're the prodigy-tier transmigrator—of course our luck is different."
Richest Man: "Stop rambling and introduce this guy already."
Richest Man: "I can tell your reactions to him are pretty weird."
Richest Man: "Is his luck good or bad?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Good."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Unbelievably good."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Even if he fires an arrow without aiming, his luck guarantees a perfect hit every time. Any probability-based skill succeeds almost one hundred percent of the time."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Put it this way—in his world, aside from the Goddess of Fortune whose luck is slightly higher than his, nobody else comes close."
Ordinary Group Leader: "And even if the Goddess of Fortune played rock-paper-scissors with him, she wouldn't necessarily win."
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "Fifty-fifty against the Goddess of Fortune?"
Richest Man: "You sure this guy's human?"
A human's luck going fifty-fifty against the deity who governed fortune—was that even possible for a human being?
Or was this Goddess of Fortune just that pathetic?
Size-Shift Anywhere: "Probability-based skills almost always succeed? So jealous.jpg"
Envy gleamed in Umaru's eyes. Forget the archery stuff—if she had that kind of luck, wouldn't she get whatever she wanted in any gacha game?
A god among gacha players!
Evilest Spirit: "Wait, I just noticed something."
Evilest Spirit: "Rock-paper-scissors with the Goddess of Fortune? This can't be a normal modern-day world, right?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Right, he was originally from a normal world, died, and transmigrated to a fantasy world."
Ordinary Group Leader: "But he's not technically a transmigrator, since it was a goddess who arranged his passage. It's not quite accurate, but he's actually more of a hero."
Evilest Spirit: "Then here's the question—with luck that powerful, how did he die?"
Evilest Spirit: "Someone that lucky should normally live a very long life, right?"
After all, with luck second only to the Goddess of Fortune, things like illness or car accidents shouldn't be able to touch him.
Could it have been natural causes?
Ordinary Group Leader: "He was trying to save someone who was about to get hit by a vehicle."
Evilest Spirit: "So he was hit by a car?"
Evilest Spirit: "Classic light novel trope."
Saving someone from a traffic accident, having his soul noticed by some deity, receiving a special ability, then being reborn in another world.
There were way too many novels like that in her world.
Ordinary Group Leader: "No, he wasn't hit by a car."
Ordinary Group Leader: "He did try to save someone, but he wasn't hit."
Ordinary Group Leader: "I know you might not believe this, but he was scared to death!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "It was a tractor. It wasn't even going fast. It stopped before it reached them."
Ordinary Group Leader: "He just imagined himself getting hit by a car and was literally frightened to death."
The moment those words landed, the entire chat group fell silent.
Evilest Spirit: "???"
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "???"
Size-Shift Anywhere: "???"
The Worst Spirit: "???"
White Rabbit: "???"
Wuxia King: "."
The Most Ancient Godslayer: "."
Scared to death by a tractor?
Even Salvatore and Voban had no idea how to respond to that.
Any normal person wouldn't die in such a humiliating way!
Evilest Spirit: "Forget what I said earlier."
Having read that many light novels, forgive her for never once having imagined a transmigration like this.
Scared to death by a goddamn tractor.
Evilest Spirit: "Given a transmigration method like that, his isekai journey probably doesn't follow the normal light novel formula of smoothly making friends, finding a lover, slaying the Demon King, saving the world, and living happily ever after, right?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "There's definitely a teeny-tiny gap between that and reality, but I think he's probably still having a pretty good time?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Probably?"
Even though he was stuck with a blue-haired idiot goddess, and his party members weren't exactly normal either, Kazuma probably still enjoyed that kind of world... right?
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "So what are Kazuma Satou's pursuits and interests?"
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "If the chat group gave them a special annotation, they must be pretty remarkable."
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "But why does it also recommend investing points in the Steal skill?"
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "Is he a thief class?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "I've sent you his pursuits and interests in a private message."
She didn't particularly care, but with so many women in the chat group, she was too embarrassed to just post it openly.
After all, Kazuma Satou's hobbies compared to a normal person's... actually seemed fairly normal?
Normal in an abnormal sort of way.
Ordinary Group Leader: "His absurdly high luck combined with the Steal skill means he almost never fails when targeting women. Against enemies, he steals weapons, key items, things like that."
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "."
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "I shouldn't have asked."
Daigu stared at the private message Roxie had sent him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
He never could have guessed—not in a million years—that the guy's pursuits and interests were panties.
Insanely high luck plus the Steal skill, almost guaranteed success?
An image involuntarily surfaced in Daigu's mind: a man using the Steal skill on a woman, and a soft, delicate pair of panties materializing in his hand.
Richest Man: "What is it? Why so secretive?"
Richest Man: "You had to send it privately?"
Richest Man: "Daigu, forward it to me."
Three seconds later.
Richest Man: "Legendary."
Besides that one word, Tony couldn't think of a second way to describe it.