The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

This is a beautiful girl, wearing a pale yellow dress and long hair in pigtails. The girl ran out crying, her face streaked with tears, and bumped headfirst into Kuroro.

It seemed unintentional, but the force was considerable. Kuroro was knocked a step closer to the middle of the road, and before he could even properly examine the girl, he immediately noticed something was wrong!

A horse-drawn carriage was running right towards him!

With his extensive combat experience, Kuroro shrunk down and crawled under the carriage, allowing the carriage to pass safely over him.

Kusuo Saiki held the things he bought in both hands, hurriedly spent the money, and the packaging was even made of leaves.

That's right, on the other side, Kusuo Saiki is carefully selecting desserts.

Prices here are cheap, but the cakes sold here are packaged in simple packaging. When Saiki Kusuo turned around with the sesame candy and small cakes wrapped in leaves, he saw Kuroro lying in the middle of the road, covered in dust.

Kusuo Saiki: ?

I just bought a dessert, what world war has broken out?

Kuroro got up and touched his ankle. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he slowly stood up and dusted himself off. The girl quickly moved closer to him.

"Waaaaah... I've been bullied!" the girl NPC cried.

Kusuo Saiki looked at Chrollo, who was covered in dust, and wondered who had been bullied.

Chapter 117 What to do when you're unlucky? Stay strong and live on.

Kuroro also said coldly, showing no deliberate kindness towards the NPC: "Sorry, I'm not in the mood to help people right now."

The NPC girl froze on the spot, gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, snorted, and left.

Kusuo Saiki watched him leave.

"I think it's more like a scam NPC."

Kusuo Saiki remembered.

"It's probably because I just took out the money, which triggered the condition."

Kusuo Saiki divided the desserts he bought equally. The Napoleon cake had just reached Kuroro's hands when Kuroro opened the simple packaging.

Suddenly a bird flew overhead.

Strangely, Kuroro was still able to sense it, and took a step back, where bird droppings landed where he had just been standing.

Kuroro nonchalantly began eating the cake.

Kusuo Saiki hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Kuroro looked up, waiting for Saiki Kusuo to speak.

Kusuo Saiki thought of a student who had been unlucky in his school.

Why do you think that?

Why bother with anything else? Anyone with eyes can see you're having a run of bad luck!

In front of a shop not far away, there was a small stall making roti. There were quite a few people around, which showed that the shop was very popular.

However, the skilled NPC suddenly let go, and the fritter flew in an arc through the air towards Kuroro.

This time, Kuroro didn't dodge; instead, he caught it with his bare hands.

"Ouch! It's so hot..."

Then don't catch it with your hands.

"We can't waste food! This trick is too cunning." Kuroro quickly wrapped the biscuit into the large leaf that had just been used to wrap the dessert, and complained while blowing on his hands.

Who are you fighting?

The NPC in the distance shouted, "Good catch! This pancake is yours, buddy!"

"It seems that the NPCs here are quite enthusiastic, as is typical of a game," Kuroro commented. "The probability of randomly triggered events is also quite high."

Kusuo Saiki disagreed.

Kuroro, do you really not realize that your chances of triggering random missions are a bit too high?

"Brother, did you roll a bad one on the risk dice? Think positively, the fact that you're still alive means you're not going to die!" A complete stranger patted him on the shoulder and handed him a card.

Mental Recovery Fluid E-35: A type of sparkling beverage that seems to restore mental energy when consumed, but it may just be a subconscious form of self-comfort.

"There are NPCs like this?" Kuroro was surprised.

That's a player. Kusuo Saiki thought to himself.

You've fallen to the point of being pitied, Kuroro.

When Kusuo Saiki saw the beverage packaging drawn on the card, it looked very familiar. Wasn't this Coca-Cola?

I'm a little envious. Life is always a mix of good and bad fortune.

"My luck?"

Outside the coffee shop, there was a large sunshade in the middle of three sets of tables and chairs. Strangely, the umbrella was tilted over, and the middle part was old. It broke just as the two people sat down and fell down in their direction with the wind.

So Kusuo Saiki, holding an umbrella in one hand, asked Chrollo about luck.

“I don’t think it’s a matter of luck; these are things that can be solved. For example, with this umbrella pole, I could sense it coming down, but it’s just because you didn’t dodge.”

Kuroro, an ordinary person without Nen abilities, remained noncommittal.

Luck. Kusuo Saiki didn't know that such a standard existed in the world until he met a superhuman who could see fate in his original world.

Generally speaking, good or bad luck will only deviate slightly from the equilibrium line, but it will never be too outrageous.

Kuroro's string of bad luck is clearly going to cause him real harm.

According to the fortune teller, who has the superpower to see through people's fortunes, people with terrible luck who are constantly in danger of losing their lives will have a "deathly look" on their faces, with the word "death" written on their faces that only she can see.

"Hmm... there are many possibilities. Even if I don't do anything wrong, the outside world still regards me as the leader of the Phantom Troupe. If the Troupe offends someone, it's not impossible for them to curse me with a photo."

"But for Nen abilities to be effective at a high intensity over a long distance, they generally require a medium that is closely related to the user. I don't think any important part of it is in the hands of others."

I'm talking about some other system. Is your world only about Nen abilities?

"Let's talk about something else," Kuroro said, seemingly unconcerned. "Are you confident about tonight's party?"

Kusuo Saiki was puzzled. It was understandable that others wouldn't believe him, but Kuroro must have seen his "illusion technique."

How could it be possible for someone else to find out?

"You don't think that pretending only requires a facade, do you? That Gan Shu is a smooth talker; to achieve her goals, she should be very good at socializing. Can you handle that?"

"...That's because I'm the leader of the regiment, so people rarely question me."

“There’s a way! If you pretend that Gan Shu’s mother just died today, then you can attend the rally with a blank expression and taciturn demeanor, and people will understand.”

They changed the subject and even talked about how someone else's mother was dead.

"But it's difficult to contact the outside world in the game, and leaving and returning seems complicated. You might as well say something like today is the anniversary of your mother's death."

Gan Shu's madam, whose fate was unknown, suddenly died many years ago.

"I'd like to ask about the words you wrote on the paper while you were playing the game."

"Is that so? What a pity."

"...Isn't this better?"

The topic had veered a bit off-topic. Kusuo Saiki knew that Chrollo was thinking that even if they couldn't successfully identify the exorcists on the spot, they could still record their faces. Since the entire Phantom Troupe was on Greed Island, they could ask the Troupe to help them search.

In response, Kusuo Saiki made a righteous statement:

“…We don’t kill people indiscriminately.” Kuroro was puzzled, realizing that Saiki’s strange sense of justice had suddenly reappeared.

You're all portrayed as heinous criminals. Kusuo Saiki didn't easily change his impression of Chrollo and the others.

Kuroro raised his hand: "We're not murder enthusiasts. Chasing after humans to kill is really pointless. Killing is almost always clean and efficient, and the painful screams are too noisy."

He raised his middle three fingers, with his thumb pressing down on his little finger, making a vow gesture in an attempt to prove his "innocence."

“In order for the exorcists to cooperate with us, we must maintain a certain degree of amiability; they won’t kill anyone. You can supervise them, and believe me, the spiders will accomplish their goals very efficiently,” Kuroro strongly recommended, then added, remembering something, “and your reward will certainly not be reduced as a result.”

Kusuo Saiki recalled a long, long time ago, when he was disguised as Chrollo, the Phantom Troupe's group games and entertainments almost never stopped.

Very unpleasant memories. The members of the Phantom Troupe, kind? Hmm?

Not far behind the two, a stylish woman with long black hair reaching her waist and wearing a white straw hat stared at them intently as they chatted for a long time.

He concealed his presence very well, not intentionally, but as if concealment had long been an instinct. He was thinking of nothing special, so much so that Saiki Kusuo did not notice him.

However, the long-haired beauty had just taken a step when she sensed something and hid herself back in the darkness.

In the alley next door, two children ran up the wall and approached, while another child ran below. The three of them broke the atmosphere of the two's secret conversation.

It was Alluka and the other two.

Kurt landed lightly next to Nanxiong, while Alluka ran out of the alley, panting and clutching her back, shouting, "Second place!"

There was one more Milluki left, who, despite being the older brother, ended up in third place.

Who told him to show off by walking on the rooftop?

Miji's final leap landed on the old tiled roof.

However, the last tile he stepped on cracked, causing him to slip and fall straight down.

Milluki's buttocks landed directly on the tip of Saiki Kusuo's tilted umbrella!

My brother's **crisis!

Kusuo Saiki quickly threw the umbrella aside, only to realize that the landing spot of Milluki's buttocks had changed after he moved it.

Following this arc, the landing point will be directly under the umbrella.

Unsurprisingly, it's Kuroro's face.

Previously, he couldn't see it because of the umbrella. But when the umbrella suddenly moved away, Kuroro only saw Milluki about to fall on him in that instant.

It was too late to escape, and Kuroro raised his arm to cover his face.

"Crash..."

As the dust settled, everyone saw that Kuroro had been knocked off his chair and thrown to the ground by Milluki, landing headfirst.

Milluki, a Nen user, was naturally unharmed. He twisted his body to get up and discovered that he was lying on top of a former Dou Zong powerhouse who had temporarily lost his Nen ability—the leader of the Phantom Troupe!