Chapter 1: The Scum's Rebirth
The smell of cheap disinfectant and old mops was the first thing Dayal sensed. His head throbbed with a dull ache. Wait... wasn't I dead? His last memory was vivid: the cold rain, the dark alleyway, and the brutal kicks from the henchmen of the Mallick Group. He was just a lowly janitor who had accidentally overheard a multi-million dollar smuggling deal. They had beaten him and thrown his body into the gutter like trash.
Suddenly, a semi-transparent blue screen flickered before his eyes:
[System Initializing...]
Host: Dayal
Level: 1
Unique Talent: God-Level Luck (Passive)
Status: Reincarnated. Your Luck Stat is now 999+ (Max).
Dayal stared in shock. Luck? The man who had been stepped on and ridiculed his entire life now possessed infinite luck?
Chapter 2: The First Stroke of Fortune
Dayal stood up, gripping his mop. He was currently back at his job at the Blue Diamond Corporation, the city's most prestigious business hub. Today was the day of a high-stakes international auction.
As he mopped the VIP corridor, his foot hit something metallic. A normal person would have swept it into the dustbin, but the System pinged:
[Luck Trigger!]
Object: Rare 18th-century Sovereign Coin.
Market Value: $500,000.
Dayal's heart raced. He pocketed the coin just as a sharp, cold voice echoed down the hall.
"Move out of the way! Can't you see where you're standing, janitor?"
It was Shreya Mukherjee, the CEO of Blue Diamond Corp. She was breathtakingly beautiful, dressed in a sharp black business suit that screamed power. But her eyes were filled with stress.
Dayal bowed slightly. "Apologies, Ma'am. The floor is slippery."
As Shreya brushed past him, the System flashed a crimson warning:
[Danger Alert!]
Event: Structural failure. The grand chandelier will collapse in 5 seconds.
Survival Path: Dash forward now!
Chapter 3: Heroic Intervention (Action)
Dayal didn't hesitate. He dropped his mop and sprinted.
"Hey! What are you—" Shreya began to shout, but Dayal didn't stop. Just as she reached the center of the gala hall, a sickening crack echoed from the ceiling.
The massive, two-ton crystal chandelier began its deadly descent.
"Get down!" Dayal lunged, wrapping his arms around Shreya's waist and diving across the marble floor.
CRASH!
The sound was deafening. Shards of crystal flew like shrapnel, missing them by inches. Dust filled the air. Security guards rushed in, but Shreya was frozen in Dayal's arms. She looked up into his eyes—eyes that didn't belong to a simple worker. They were calm, piercing, and strangely comforting.
Chapter 4: A Spark of Romance
The next day, Dayal was summoned to the CEO's office. Shreya sat behind her desk, looking at his file.
"You saved my life, Dayal," she said, her voice softer than the day before. "I owe you. Name your price. Money? A promotion? A house?"
Dayal leaned against the doorframe with a confident smirk that shouldn't have fit a janitor. "I enjoy my job, Ma'am. But... if you really want to thank me, have a cup of tea with me at the street stall outside this evening."
Shreya blinked. A janitor was asking the 'Ice Queen of Industry' out on a date? Usually, she would have him fired, but something about his 'God-Level Luck' aura made it impossible to say no.
"Fine," she whispered, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "5:00 PM."
That evening, over cheap ginger tea, Shreya found herself laughing for the first time in years. Dayal used his System to give her a few "random" business tips. Little did she know, those tips were destined to save her company from bankruptcy.
Chapter 5: The Final Showdown
As they walked back toward Shreya's car, the atmosphere shifted. Three black SUVs screeched to a halt, blocking the road. The Mallick Group hadn't forgotten Dayal.
Twelve armed thugs stepped out. Their leader, Rana, sneered. "You got lucky yesterday, janitor. But today, your luck runs out."
Shreya grabbed Dayal's arm, trembling. "Dayal, we need to run!"
Dayal simply tapped the air.
[Luck System: Divine Reflexes Activated!]
Probability of Victory: 100%
"Stay behind me, Shreya," Dayal said firmly.
Rana fired his gun. Click. The gun jammed. He tried again. The bullet ricocheted off a metal pole and hit another thug's leg.
Dayal moved like a blur. Guided by the System, every punch he threw landed on a vital pressure point. He didn't even look like he was fighting; it looked like the thugs were accidentally falling into his fists. In three minutes, ten men were unconscious on the asphalt.
Rana, desperate, grabbed Shreya and held a knife to her throat. "One more step and she dies!"
Dayal picked up a small pebble from the ground.
[Target Locked: 99.9% Critical Hit Chance]
He flicked the pebble. It struck Rana's wrist bone with the force of a bullet. Rana screamed, dropping the knife. Dayal closed the distance in a flash, delivering a spinning back-kick that sent Rana crashing through a storefront window.
Epilogue: The New Legend
The police sirens wailed in the distance. Shreya ran into Dayal's arms, hugging him tightly.
"Who are you really, Dayal?" she whispered, looking into his eyes.
Dayal tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm just a man who finally got lucky, Shreya. And from now on, you're the luckiest woman in the world."
As they stood under the moonlight, the System screen appeared one last time:
[Mission Complete!]
Reward: $10 Million deposited to secret account + Relationship Bond 'Soulmates' unlocked.
The janitor's clothes were dirty, but the man wearing them was now the king of the city. This was only the beginning of the God-Level Luck System. Chapter 2: The First Pot of Gold and a CEO's Debt
The dust from the fallen chandelier had barely settled when the sirens of the elite security team echoed through the halls of Blue Diamond Corp.
Shreya Mukherjee was still trembling, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked at the man holding her. Dayal's face was calm—eerily calm for someone who had just cheated death.
"Are you hurt, Ma'am?" Dayal asked, his voice steady.
"I... I'm fine," Shreya stammered, stepping back. She looked at the wreckage. If Dayal hadn't moved her, she would be a cold corpse right now.
Before she could say more, the head of security rushed in. "President Shreya! Are you alright? Who is this man? Why is he touching you?"
The guard reached out to grab Dayal's shoulder roughly.
[Luck System Notification!]
Event: Aggressive physical contact.
Luck Intervention: The guard's boot lace is loose.
Result: Trip and Fall.
Just as the guard's hand was an inch from Dayal, he tripped over his own feet and tumbled forward, face-planting directly into a bucket of dirty mop water Dayal had left nearby.
Splash!
The room went silent. Shreya couldn't help but let out a small, stressed giggle. Dayal just shrugged. "Careful, officer. The floor is quite treacherous today."
The Secret of the Antique Coin
Shreya dismissed the guards and turned to Dayal. "Come to my office in ten minutes. We need to talk."
Dayal didn't follow her immediately. Instead, he walked toward the corner where he had found the old coin earlier. He picked it up and wiped off the grime.
[System Scan Complete]
Item: 1794 Flowing Hair Silver Dollar (Original Mint).
Condition: Near Mint.
Current Market Value: $1.2 Million (approx. 10 Crores BDT).
Luck Bonus: A famous collector, Mr. Singhania, is currently in the building for the auction. He has been looking for this specific coin for 20 years.
Dayal smiled. A janitor's monthly salary was barely 15,000 taka. Now, he was holding a fortune in his palm.
Instead of going straight to Shreya, he headed toward the VIP Auction Lounge.
The Auction Encounter
In the lounge, a grumpy old man in a bespoke suit was shouting at his assistant. "I told you! I want that coin! Money is no object!"
This was Mr. Singhania, the billionaire antique collector.
Dayal walked up, his janitor uniform looking wildly out of place. "Excuse me, sir. Are you looking for this?"
He tossed the silver coin onto the mahogany table. It spun with a crystalline ring that caught everyone's attention.
Singhania froze. He pulled out a magnifying glass, his hands shaking. "This... this is impossible! This coin was lost in a shipwreck two centuries ago! Where did you get this?"
"I found it," Dayal said simply. "In the trash."
"I'll give you five hundred thousand dollars right now!" Singhania shouted.
[Luck System Advice:]
Negotiation Tip: Wait 3 seconds. He will double the offer.
Dayal remained silent, counting to three in his head.
"One million!" Singhania panicked, thinking Dayal was going to walk away. "I'll pay one million dollars and give you my personal business card. Just give me the coin!"
Dayal nodded. "Deal."
Within minutes, Dayal's phone buzzed. A notification from his bank account: [You have received $1,000,000. Current Balance: $1,000,005.32].
He went from being a penniless janitor to a millionaire in under an hour.
The CEO's Office: A Private Moment
When Dayal finally entered Shreya's office, she was standing by the window, looking out at the city skyline. She had changed into a fresh silk blouse, but she still looked pale.
"You saved me twice today," she said without turning around. "First from the chandelier, and then... I saw what happened with the guard. You have strange timing, Dayal."
"Luck is a funny thing, Ma'am," Dayal replied, sitting down on her expensive leather sofa without being asked.
Shreya turned, surprised by his boldness. "Most people are terrified of me. Why aren't you?"
"Because," Dayal said, leaning forward, "I've already died once. After that, nothing seems scary anymore. Especially not a beautiful woman."
Shreya's heart skipped a beat. She was used to men fawning over her or fearing her power. Dayal looked at her as if he already owned the world.
"I want to reward you properly," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The street tea invite... did you mean it?"
"5:00 PM. Don't be late, Shreya," Dayal said, using her first name for the first time.
As he walked out, Shreya sat back in her chair, a soft smile playing on her lips. For the first time in years, she felt a thrill of excitement.
A Shadow Lurks
As Dayal left the building, he didn't notice a black SUV parked across the street. Inside, a man with a scarred face was speaking into a radio.
"Boss, the janitor is still alive. Somehow, he dodged the hit."
A cold voice crackled back: "He knows too much about the Mallick Group's shipment. If he's alive by midnight, you're dead. Finish it. And if the CEO girl gets in the way... kill her too."
Dayal looked at the sky. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the city.
[System Alert!]
Warning: High-level threat approaching.
Combat Mode: Locked. (Requirement: Reach Level 5).
Luck Mode: Active.
Dayal tightened his grip on his bag. "Let them come," he whispered. "My luck is just getting started."