Looking at the description of Advanced Lucky Aura, Luca was completely stunned.
This skill was absurd.
No—this skill was illegal.
No matter what kind of trouble he encountered, even if the situation spiraled out of control, even if the odds were stacked beyond reason…
In the end, it would resolve.
There would be twists.
There would be setbacks.
But the final outcome would tilt in his favor.
Trouble?
What trouble?
If the ending is guaranteed victory, then the scale of the disaster doesn't truly matter.
Isn't this the halo every protagonist is born with?
Luca inhaled slowly.
He had made his decision.
He had to obtain it.
No matter the cost.
He needed Advanced Lucky Aura.
Of course, the stronger the skill, the harsher the requirements.
Large quantities of Skill Fragments.
And—
Symbiosis Bond.
Not Partner.
Not Family.
Symbiosis.
Luca rubbed his temples.
"Does Leon and Matilda's original relationship count as symbiosis?"
According to the system's explanation, Symbiosis meant complete spiritual alignment. Harmonized life goals. Synchronized habits. A level of intimacy that resembled soulmates.
That was… extreme.
Too far away for now.
Better to climb step by step.
Both Advanced Lucky Aura and Forbidden Dependency required Symbiosis.
And Forbidden Dependency was terrifying as well:
+50% Combat Power when fighting alongside a Symbiotic Partner.
+100% if the partner is in danger.
Permanent +100% if the partner dies.
That wasn't a skill.
That was an emotional nuclear trigger.
As for Trauma Imprint—
Luca's lips twitched.
Combat Power increases when someone deeply bonded to you dies?
What kind of tragic-growth mechanic was that?
He didn't need a system to tell him that losing family would make him violent.
Still…
Skills were skills.
At present, the most realistic targets were:
Harmless Disguise and Dexterity.
Both required Close Friend Bond.
Affordable.
Practical.
Efficient.
He checked their current status.
[Bond: Attention]
From Stranger to Attention.
Barely.
Not even casual friends yet.
"Comrades," Luca muttered dryly to himself, "we must work harder."
The issue was obvious.
Building rapport with a withdrawn, hyper-vigilant, emotionally neglected twelve-year-old was not easy.
Matilda had grown up in a blended family soaked in dysfunction.
Biological father: addict, drug dealer, violent.
Stepmother: indifferent.
Half-sister: insecure, competitive, occasionally cruel.
That environment forged something sharp inside her.
She smoked.
She lied.
She mimicked adult behavior.
She wore precocious cynicism like armor.
She was trying to fill an emotional vacuum in distorted ways.
Poor child.
The next two days passed uneventfully.
Luca maintained his routine.
Daytime: debt collection.
Afternoon: tea at Uncle Biao's supermarket.
Evening: bars, gambling, conversations with family brothers.
Occasionally: disposing of inconvenient bodies.
Maintaining peace.
—Luca Greco.
Once The Butcher.
Now, Peace Ambassador.
In two days, he gained 9 additional Skill Fragments.
Progress.
In the corridor, he and Matilda now chatted occasionally. Mostly she asked questions. She seemed endlessly curious about him.
Stan's stash, however, remained elusive.
Henry and Jimmy found nothing.
The drugs had vanished.
But Luca knew.
Some of it was with Norman.
He just needed confirmation.
And leverage.
That Evening — Matilda's House
Wearing thick oven gloves, Matilda pulled a tray of cookies from the oven.
The scent of butter and milk filled the kitchen.
She smiled.
She had spent the entire afternoon making them.
Carefully, she packed them into a paper bag.
Then retrieved her neatly organized first-aid kit.
As she passed through the living room, her half-sister—mid-yoga stretch—asked lazily:
"Where are you going?"
"You don't need to know."
"Don't run off. Dad told me to watch you."
"I finished my homework."
"You always lie."
Matilda lifted her chin.
"Go shake your hips for those boys at school."
"Bitch!"
Matilda bolted for the door.
Her sister chased.
They spilled into the corridor.
Matilda pounded on Luca's door.
"Luca! Open up! Someone's going to hit me!"
"Even God can't save—"
The door opened.
Luca stepped out calmly.
Matilda's sister froze mid-stride.
"Oh my God…"
Matilda hid behind Luca, peeking out and sticking her tongue at her pursuer.
Her sister's anger evaporated instantly.
Up close, Luca was devastatingly handsome.
Mature.
Composed.
Magnetic.
She straightened immediately, flashing a soft smile.
"Hi… I'm Matilda's sister."
Luca nodded politely.
No system notification appeared.
No character card.
Irrelevant NPC.
Accurate.
"She's going to hit me," Matilda complained sweetly.
"Shut up," her sister hissed—then instantly corrected herself. "It was just a joke."
Luca suppressed a sigh.
Was he now a neighborhood mediator?
He glanced at Matilda.
Unharmed.
Then at her sister.
"Perhaps she doesn't appreciate that kind of humor," Luca said mildly. "Respect would be better."
Her tone turned syrup-soft. "Of course. I just care about her education."
Matilda snorted.
Luca mentally sighed.
If you cared even half that much, she wouldn't be smoking at twelve.
Still…
This was useful.
Opportunity had knocked.
He glanced briefly toward his apartment.
The listening device.
He needed access next door.
Turning back to Matilda's sister, he said smoothly:
"She probably doesn't want to see you right now. Let her calm down here. I'll bring her back later."
She hesitated—then nodded.
"You're very considerate."
"I used to have a troublesome younger sister," Luca lied easily.
They chatted for a few more minutes.
She left, though reluctantly.
And then—
_______________________________________________________________
[You prevented domestic violence.]
[You influenced Isabella's attitude toward Matilda.]
[Peace maintained within neighboring family.]
[Skill Points +3]
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Luca stared at the floating text.
"…Is this valid?"
He had used no weapons.
No threats.
No force.
Just words.
He touched his face thoughtfully.
Am I now defending peace with my looks alone?
If so—
This might be his most efficient weapon yet.
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