"What the hell? The God of Misfortune?"
Tang Han had never been the type to believe in gods. Even after transmigrating into the Uma Musume world, the most he had accepted was the idea that horse girls were blessed by the Three Goddesses.
But the God of Misfortune? What kind of nonsense was that?
Case closed.
The reason Rice Shower was so unlucky was because some hateful thing had been cursing her.
"Tch. What a pain..."
Tang Han wiped away the nosebleed brought on by smashing his face twice in a row and frowned gravely.
He had thought apologizing to Rice Shower would be simple. All he had to do was hand her the lucky sachet.
But clearly, that was not the case.
The biggest problem was the God of Misfortune attached to Rice Shower.
And going up against the God of Misfortune was, in practical terms, no easier than concocting an S-rank drink.
On top of that, Tang Han's Doctor's Outfit greatly reduced his presence, which meant Rice Shower could not see him. She had probably already mistaken him for some invisible ghost, which was why she had fled in panic just now.
"System, any suggestions?" Tang Han asked.
The system replied, "Recommendation: take off the Doctor's Outfit."
Tang Han: "..."
Great. In other words, it had said absolutely nothing useful.
But not only did Tang Han fail to back down, his fighting spirit actually surged.
So you dare curse my little Rice Shower, do you?
As one of the big-brother types, Tang Han could not just ignore that.
Come on, then.
Let us see whether you, the God of Misfortune, are stronger—or whether I, a big-brother type, am stronger!
...
In the teaching-building area between the training grounds and the cafeteria—
"Sorry, sorry..."
Rice Shower hurried through a crowd of horse girls, apologizing as she went.
With other horse girls nearby, she no longer felt quite so terrified. She had calmed down from a panicked sprint to a more reassured jog.
Rice Shower looked back once.
Still no one was chasing her.
So the sounds from earlier really had been made by Ghost Miss.
"Uuu..."
Her ears drooped, and her mood sank.
Sure enough... Rice Shower really was a child who brought misfortune to others.
Anyone who stayed near her became unlucky. It had to be because the ghost attached to her was deliberately cursing them.
Rice Shower really was useless...
Tomorrow, she would go apply to live alone. Train alone, too. She would stay away from everyone as much as possible, so that no one else would be affected by Mr. Ghost.
Grrr~
Just as Rice Shower was imagining her lonely future, her empty stomach protested.
After such intense training, she was starving, so she decided to head to the cafeteria now.
Though it would probably be the same as always—because she had trained too late, all the dishes she actually liked would already be gone, and only the ones she did not like would still be left...
"Mm..."
Her mood dropped even further. Her ears and tail both hung limply as she slowly made her way toward the cafeteria in dejection.
Floating above her head was a gloomy, translucent woman.
She was one of the many split bodies of the God of Misfortune. Anyone she latched onto would become stained with bad luck and encounter misfortune again and again.
And Rice Shower was her current host.
Each time she toyed with Rice Shower, the God of Misfortune accumulated a little more energy capacity. In other words, Rice Shower would only become more and more unlucky with time.
And once enough misfortune-energy had built up, the God of Misfortune would completely destroy Rice Shower and return to her true body carrying an endless supply of despair.
That was right.
Her ultimate goal was to make Rice Shower die on the racetrack.
A fracture while taking a turn... and then, by sheer bad luck, her head striking a stone that just happened not to have been cleared from the track...
"Hahahaha—"
Just imagining the look of despair on Rice Shower's face in the future made the God of Misfortune break into arrogant laughter.
But she had barely laughed for long before her expression soured as she looked toward Tang Han, who was desperately catching up from behind.
"God of Fortune, don't come near me."
Tang Han locked eyes with the God of Misfortune, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
The God of Misfortune really did exist.
Not only could he see her—he could hear her voice too, telling him not to come near.
"The God of Fortune, huh?" Tang Han muttered.
So after becoming the God of Honey Special, he had now acquired yet another title?
The God of Fortune?
That was way too chuuni. It was so embarrassing it felt like ants were crawling all over him.
"I'm not some God of Fortune," Tang Han said, gripping the lucky sachet as he moved toward Rice Shower without hesitation. "I'm just a passing big-brother type."
Seeing Tang Han come closer, the God of Misfortune spread her hands arrogantly.
"Oh? Instead of running away, you're actually coming closer to me?"
Why the hell was a god from the Uma Musume world making JoJo references?
"If I don't get close to you," Tang Han said with both hands in his pockets, looking absurdly confident, "how am I supposed to drive you off Rice Shower?"
"Heh. Then come a little closer."
Rice Shower kept walking slowly ahead, while Tang Han closed the distance at a faster pace.
Once he got to within about ten meters of her, the God of Misfortune flicked a finger.
Thud!
Tang Han crashed heavily to the ground.
The God of Misfortune burst into laughter.
"Too weak, far too weak. You can't even get within ten meters of me. And yet you think you can give that irritating little sachet to my host?"
Tang Han's fall widened the distance between them again.
"So if I come within ten meters, I fall?" Tang Han lifted his head and wiped away the blood under his nose.
The God of Misfortune's ability was utterly unreasonable. He had been watching the ground carefully just now, yet he had still been tripped by some invisible pebble. It was like a rule—something impossible to guard against.
"In that case, what about this?"
This time, Tang Han did not stand up. Instead, he dropped straight down and started crawling forward.
Using bad luck to trip one of my legs?
Then I'll crawl on both hands and both feet!
As everyone knew, a triangle was stable—well, close enough. Even if one limb got caught, the other three would support him. As long as Tang Han crawled carefully, he would not fall again.
Granted, he now looked exactly like a giant cockroach.
But for the sake of saving Rice Shower, for the sake of clearing the apology quest, he endured it. This was his struggle to survive!
Seeing Tang Han come crawling toward her like a dog, the God of Misfortune almost laughed.
What was this supposed to be? Was he deliberately using such a ridiculous posture just to amuse her?
The moment the ten-meter line was crossed, the God of Misfortune flicked a finger again.
Tap.
Tang Han's right hand snagged on the air itself.
But this time he did not fall. He stabilized himself with his other three limbs, then abruptly accelerated and surged forward.
"Nani?!"
The God of Misfortune was genuinely startled by Tang Han's maneuver.
So that dog-crawl posture had not been for comedy at all—
It was to avoid falling!
A clever move.
Still, the God of Misfortune was only mildly surprised.
Because that had merely been the misfortune-energy activated at ten meters.
Her full power had not yet begun to show...
At seven meters, she swung a palm at Tang Han.
"Gh—!"
Both of Tang Han's arms cramped up instantly.
He lost control of them and pitched forward. If he hit the ground like this, without being able to use his arms to catch himself, his face was going to scrape hard across the ground for quite a distance.
"Heh. Now what can you do—what?!"
The God of Misfortune's eyes widened.
Tang Han reacted instantly, curling himself into a ball and rolling forward like a tire.
If only his torso touched the ground, then he did not need his limbs at all.
The problem of both arms cramping up was solved on the spot.
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