The Starburst Financial Tower was a monument to wealth and power. It stood sixty stories high, piercing the clouds of the metropolis. Inside, life was divided into two worlds: those who wore three-thousand-dollar suits, and those who cleaned up after them.
Han belonged to the latter.
"Move it, Han! The CEO's floor needs to be spotless before the board meeting," the supervisor barked, his face red with unnecessary anger.
Han didn't look up. He simply gripped his worn-out mop and nodded. At twenty-four, his back felt like that of a sixty-year-old. Once, he had been a genius student with a bright future. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. His parents died in a sudden accident, leaving him with a mountain of debt. Then, a mysterious illness drained his savings. Now, he was a "Trash-Boy"—a janitor in a building he could never afford to enter as a guest.
"Hey, look at this," a voice sneered.
It was Kevin, a junior manager whose only talent was making Han's life miserable. Kevin stood there, holding a tall cup of iced latte. With a smirk, he tilted his hand. The sticky, brown liquid poured slowly onto the floor Han had just polished.
"Oops. My hand slipped. Clean it up, Janitor," Kevin laughed, joined by his colleagues.
Han felt a spark of rage in his chest, but he suppressed it. In this world, the rich were always right. He knelt down, his knees clicking painfully on the marble, and began to wipe the mess.
Suddenly, the sky outside turned a strange, violent shade of gold. A massive bolt of lightning struck the tower's lightning rod. The building's advanced surge protectors failed instantly.
A massive wave of electricity traveled through the steel structure, hitting the wet floor where Han was kneeling.
Han's body convulsed. His vision blurred. The last thing he heard wasn't the screams of the office workers, but a cold, mechanical voice in his head.
[ System searching for a compatible soul... ]
[ Host found. ]
[ Life reset in progress... ]
Chapter 2: The Reset and the Golden Screen
Han gasped for air, sitting bolt upright. He wasn't in the Starburst Tower. He was in a small, damp room—his old apartment.
"I'm... alive?" He checked his hands. No burn marks. He grabbed his phone.
Date: June 15, 2025.
"I went back one year? This was the day I lost everything!"
Suddenly, a chime rang out, clearer than any sound he had ever heard. A golden, semi-transparent window floated in the air.
[ Welcome, Host Han. ]
[ The God-Level Luck System has been successfully bound to your soul. ]
[ Host Status ]
Name: Han
Level: 1 (Newbie)
Luck: 9,999 (MAX / God-Level)
Wealth: $1.50
Skills: [Luck Insight - Level 1]
"Luck? 9,999?" Han whispered. He knew that in this world, some people were born 'Lucky,' but the highest recorded luck stat in history was only 100.
A notification popped up:
[ Newbie Mission: Prove Your Luck. ]
[ Task: Spend your last $1 on a 'Fortune Scratch Card'. ]
[ Reward: $50,000 and Level Up. ]
Han stood up, his heart pounding. He walked to the corner store. With trembling hands, he handed over his last dollar for a dusty scratch card that had been sitting at the bottom of the pile for months.
He didn't even use a coin. He used his fingernail.
[ Luck Triggered: Critical Success! ]
As the silver coating came off, three identical "Grand Prize" symbols appeared. The shopkeeper's jaw dropped.
"Impossible... that card has been here for a year. It's the $50,000 jackpot!"
Han smiled. It wasn't a dream. The system was real.
Chapter 3: The Janitor Returns (With a Secret)
Even with $50,000, Han didn't quit his job. He knew the Starburst Tower was where the city's secrets were kept. To truly destroy his enemies, he had to stay close.
He walked into the tower the next morning, wearing his blue janitor uniform.
"Back so soon, Trash-Boy?" Kevin appeared, looking annoyed. "I thought the lightning strike yesterday would have scared you off."
Han looked at Kevin. Suddenly, his [Luck Insight] activated. Above Kevin's head, a red number appeared: Luck: -10 (Misfortune).
Beside Kevin, on the floor, was a small, discarded USB drive that everyone had stepped over. To everyone else, it was trash. To Han, it glowed with a golden light.
[ System Notification: Lucky Find! ]
[ Item: Encrypted Drive containing Mr. Sen's illegal tax records. ]
[ Value: Priceless. ]
Han calmly swept the USB drive into his dustpan.
"I'm just here to do my job, Kevin," Han said calmly.
"Good. Then go clean the trash bins in the CEO's office. They're having a crisis, so don't let them see your ugly face," Kevin sneered.
Han headed to the top floor. Inside the CEO's office, the atmosphere was heavy. The CEO, a powerful man named Mr. Zhao, was pacing.
"We need a miracle! If we don't find the missing files by 5 PM, the company is ruined!" Zhao shouted.
Han entered with his trash bag. He looked at the massive pile of shredded paper in the corner. His eyes caught a single, unshredded page that had fallen behind a heavy cabinet.
[ Luck Triggered: The Missing Link! ]
Han "accidentally" knocked over his broom near the cabinet. As he bent down to pick it up, he grabbed the paper.
"Excuse me, sir," Han said, holding out the document. "Is this what you're looking for? It was under the desk."
Mr. Zhao froze. He snatched the paper. His eyes widened. "The lost contract! How... how did you find this? Our best investigators couldn't find it!"
Han shrugged modestly. "I guess I just got lucky."
Chapter 4: The First Reward
Mr. Zhao was speechless. He looked at the young janitor. "Lucky? This just saved me five hundred million dollars."
He reached into his wallet and pulled out a black card. "Take this. It's a personal gift. And from now on, you aren't just a janitor. You are my 'Maintenance Consultant.' Your salary is now ten times higher."
[ Mission Accomplished! ]
[ Reward: 1,000 EXP, New Skill: 'Danger Sense'. ]
[ Level Up! Level 2. ]
As Han walked out of the office, he ran into Kevin.
"What are you doing here so long? Get back to work!" Kevin tried to grab Han's shoulder.
[ Danger Sense Triggered! ]
Han stepped aside effortlessly. At that exact moment, a waiter carrying a tray of hot soup slipped on the floor Kevin had refused to let Han clean earlier.
The boiling soup splashed entirely over Kevin's expensive suit.
"MY SUIT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COSTS?" Kevin screamed in pain and rage.
Han looked down at him, his eyes cold and sharp. "Be careful, Kevin. Luck is a fickle thing. One day you're on top, and the next... you're in the soup."
Han walked away, the golden system screen glowing in his eyes. This was only the beginning. He would climb this tower, not with a mop, but as its owner.