After Changing My Luck, I Became A Winner In Life!

Five years ago, when Vanessa eagerly linked arms with me, I knew I was being lined up as one of her backup luck-swap candidates. After all, I'd overheard her conversations with her system three times over the past fifteen years.

The first time was when we were ten, both still living in the foster home. On her birthday, she wished to swap luck with Amber, the most popular girl at the home. Shortly after, a pair of teachers adopted Vanessa.

The second time was at fifteen, during the critical high school entrance exams. She swapped luck with the school's top student. Normally an average performer, Vanessa suddenly aced the exams and scored first, securing her place at a top high school. She later got into a prestigious university.

The third time was at twenty, with an upper-class socialite she met in college. Soon after, Vanessa was "recognized" by a wealthy family in New York as their long-lost daughter—all thanks to a pendant she randomly picked up.

After these coincidences, I'd figured out her pattern. Every five years, she swapped luck with someone, and during that time, she had to become close friends with the target.

Vanessa and I originally had a lukewarm relationship. In fact, because I came from the same foster home that once housed her, she harbored some resentment toward me. She even privately threatened me several times, warning me not to reveal anything about her past.

But five years ago, I won first place in a national college coding competition. While others marveled at my "good luck," Vanessa sidled up to me, linking arms, claiming she wanted to be my best friend. Coincidentally, it was the day after her 20th birthday, right after her third luck swap, when she'd be on the lookout for a new target. At that time, I wasn't a strong contender. Vanessa had plenty of well-connected friends with standout achievements, excellent grades, or lucrative side ventures—people she'd tagged as "close friends."

So, she didn't invest much in me at first. But after I graduated and secured the highest-paying job offer at a leading tech company, people praised my "career luck." That was when Vanessa bumped me up to a top-tier candidate, inviting me to hang out more.

A year ago, I left that company to start my own business, secured angel funding, and even began dating a wealthy, caring older guy. Vanessa now proudly introduced me as her "best friend" to everyone.

I'd always known what she was planning. To swap out my cursed fate for her "lucky charm" destiny, I worked hard to pretend we shared similar values. Last week, when she finally took off the bracelet she'd worn for years and gave it to me, I nearly jumped with joy.

Because that meant she had officially chosen me as her new luck-swap target.