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Deadly Plan: How Will I Survive?

During an unsettling overnight train ride, a fearful traveler hesitates to call for help when a menacing stranger on the opposite bunk stares them down. Leaning in, the mysterious passenger delivers a chilling warning: the scar near the protagonist's eye is a magnet for misfortune that must be removed. Stunned by the encounter, they realize their years of relentless bad luck began the exact moment they received that scar, sparking a terrifying journey of realization.
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Chapter 4

As the ash cleared, I saw a fine crack appear in the center of the once-intact jade pendant.

From this tiny fissure emerged a slender silver insect, its small eyes darting left and right as if surveying its surroundings.

I was stunned.

My scalp prickled, and I felt faint with fear.

I had been carrying this cursed thing day and night, letting it feed on my life force and disrupt my fate.

If not for this young man’s intervention, I might never have realized what was happening to me until it was too late.

It took me a while to find my voice in the great shock, "Sir..."

Before I could say more, he shot me a sharp, silencing look.

I understood immediately.

He didn’t want to alert the insect. If it sensed danger and retreated into the jade, extracting it would become even harder.

But it was already too late.

My voice startled the creature. It hesitated for a moment before shrinking back, attempting to retreat into the jade pendant.

But something unexpected happened. The creature's tiny eyes flicked toward me, and in an instant, it darted forward, crawling rapidly in my direction.

The young man, anticipating this, tried to catch it with his tweezers.

However, the creature was incredibly fast. Before I could react, it flew to my face and entered my nostrils.

I felt a tickle inside my nose and instinctively tried to scratch it, but it was too late. The creature had already entered my body.

"Sir..."

I gasped, my eyes wide with terror, clutching the young man's hand in desperation.

He acted swiftly. Tilting my chin up, he poured a dark brown liquid from a small porcelain bottle into my nostrils.

The liquid had a pungent, almost nauseating smell, like rotting manure, which made me gag violently.

As I retched, my stomach convulsed, and I vomited repeatedly onto the floor.

I was unprepared for what came next.

To my horror, small insects began to crawl out of the vomit.

They were tiny, about the size of ants, but each had more than a dozen legs and seemed to multiply rapidly, their numbers growing before my eyes.

I bit down on my arm hard, trying to suppress the urge to scream.

The young man held the bottle tightly, watching the writhing mass of bugs with calm intensity. He waited as they scurried around, forming a wriggling black swarm.

From the center of the vomit, a larger, more prominent Parasitic Insect began to emerge.

It looked like the smaller ones but was noticeably bigger—a clear leader of the swarm.

In a flash, the young man poured more of the liquid directly onto the leader.

The scene unfolded in an instant.

The next second, the larger insect was trapped in the bottle, securely locked away.

Without their leader, the smaller insects quickly became disoriented and lethargic. Within moments, they stopped moving entirely and died.