Chapter 3

I was born with explosive financial luck. I always won the jackpot when buying lottery tickets, and I could double my money even with my eyes closed when investing.

But despite being so good at making money, my bank account balance never exceeded three digits.

My girlfriend Carola always nagged me about it:

"Can you save some money? We need to plan for the future."

I brushed her off: "What's there to fear? The lottery shop is like my ATM."

She rolled her eyes: "Right, I've never seen anyone waste money like you."

I smiled on the outside, but felt bitter inside.

This wasn't a fortune destiny—it was a money curse that could kill.

When I was still in my mother's womb, my mom met a priest:

"Wow! The child in your belly is extraordinary! He'll be very wealthy his whole life!"

"But he's also cursed by money. He can't save a single penny! If he saves money, it'll cost him his life!"

At first, my parents didn't believe it. But on the day I was born, the hospital waived all fees, my dad's company randomly assigned him an apartment, on the way home he won a car in a raffle, and even my grandparents' old house in the mountains was suddenly included in a demolition zone.

My grandparents didn't believe in the curse and secretly kept the demolition money. Within three months, they both died. That money almost killed my parents too. From then on, my family strictly followed one principle: spend money.

Until I was ten years old, I wanted to buy my mother a gold necklace and secretly saved ten thousand dollars.

The moment I collected enough money, my father had an accident at the construction site and never came home.

My mother cried and interrogated me. Only then did I confess about saving money. She finally told me this secret.

I was born with a fortune destiny, but I could never save money my whole life—I could only spend it. Otherwise, I'd have bad luck or even die.

I wanted to know if there was any solution.

My mother shook her head helplessly: "There's no solution. Not only that, but every 12 years you'll receive unexpected wealth. If you don't spend it all quickly, it will cost you and your family your lives."

After she finished speaking, on my 12th birthday, a friend gave me a lottery ticket. When I scratched it, I won ten million. No matter how much I spent, I couldn't finish it all, and my mother died just like that.

I lived alone with this secret until I was twenty-three, still bearing the scar caused by the money curse back then.

Meeting Carola was purely coincidental. I casually tipped her during her livestream, and she insisted on adding me on Twitter.

One thing led to another, and she became my girlfriend. I accepted her not because I loved her, but because I urgently needed someone to help me spend money.

She was perfect—fair skin, beautiful face, long legs, and most importantly, she was really good at spending money.

With my twenty-fourth birthday approaching, the money in my account kept multiplying as if it could reproduce itself.

This money curse was wickedly strange—I couldn't buy assets, couldn't acquire property, and couldn't even store gold, silver, or jewelry.

I could only rent five-star hotel suites year-round, and signed a bizarre agreement with a second-hand luxury goods store—giving them ten million annually to use a bunch of bags and jewelry. I operated my cars the same way.

But now, things had changed. The stocks I casually bought all lost money.

Walking on the street, not only couldn't I find money, but all the résumés I submitted sank without a trace.

Damn, this feeling... was so refreshing!

I couldn't help but want to thank Carola.

However, just to be safe, I decided to check if Carola had suffered any backlash, or kindly remind her to spend more money.

Back at the hotel, the staff all recognized me and greeted me politely.

The staff reminded me that Miss Carola was at the pool.

Following the directions to the pool, I was surprised to find Borges there too.

He raised his hand and viciously slapped Carola.

I was shocked. No way! Borges, didn't I tell you not to get involved!

Just as I was about to step forward to stop him, Borges's next words froze me in place.

"Didn't we agree! His destiny would be mine to switch! Why did you act first?!"