But luck was reality’s gentle push toward favorable outcos, the universe itself choosing to collapse probability waves in beneficial directions.
Neko’s talent didn’t create good fortune. It made reality want good things to happen to her and those she favoured.
[Lucky Talent: 5%]
That’s it? Neko thought with mild surprise at the notification. I barely did anything.
She considered the principle more deeply, examining how it applied to her experiences. When she’d avoided danger, when attacks mysteriously missed her, when favourable circumstances aligned with perfect timing—those weren’t coincidences. Reality had been expressing preference, choosing the tiline where Neko prospered from among infinite alternatives.
[Lucky Talent: 8%]
Hmm. This is remarkably easy, Neko observed, settling more comfortably into her sitting position. Perhaps luck understands itself naturally. Or perhaps...
Her golden eyes glead with feline amusent.
...my luck is making this trial lucky for . How delightfully recursive.
The thought carried enough self-awareness to push her understanding deeper. Luck operated on ta-levels, affecting even the process of comprehending luck itself. Her talent was ensuring she had a fortunate trial experience, which ant understanding ca easily, which made the trial even more fortunate in a self-reinforcing cycle.
[Lucky Talent: 10%]
[Domain Awakening: SUCCESS]
[You have comprehended the fundantal truth of Luck]
[Your domain is now forming...]
Neko blinked slowly, the feline equivalent of mild surprise.
The entire trial—from arrival to successful comprehension—had taken perhaps thirty seconds. Maybe less. She’d barely had ti to sit down properly before achieving the threshold that took other beings hours or days of struggle to reach.
Well, Neko thought with supre feline satisfaction, that was convenient.
She stretched languorously as power flowed through her small form, her domain awakening with the sa effortless grace that characterized everything she did. The space around her responded to her presence now, probability itself bending in her favor as her authority over luck manifested.
[You have gained the domain: ’Fortune’s Favor’]
A perfectly acceptable na, Neko decided with regal approval.
Reality rippled, and suddenly she was back in Village #419, landing in the exact sa position she’d been lying in before the trial began. Jasmine hadn’t even noticed her brief absence—from the external perspective, Neko had simply flickered slightly, as if she’d been a montary illusion.
Charlotte remained stable on the dical bed, Jasmine’s healing continuing without interruption. Everything was exactly as Neko had left it.
Good, the primordial cat thought, settling back into her watchful position. Nothing interesting happened while I was gone.
She closed her eyes halfway, returning to her usual state of apparent disinterest while remaining completely aware of everything around her. The domain awakening pulsed quietly within her consciousness, a new tool at her disposal.
Luck truly is the superior talent, she concluded with smug satisfaction. Why struggle when reality can simply choose to favour you instead?
A soft purr rumbled in her chest—the only outward sign of her pleasure at having completed the trial faster than anyone else likely would. But Neko saw no reason to boast or celebrate.
After all, effortless success was simply the natural state of being a lucky cat.
Through their telepathic bond, she felt Arthur’s consciousness brush against hers, checking on her status after sensing the trial’s completion.
Master? Neko’s ntal voice carried her characteristic aloof tone. Yes, the trial is finished. It was fine. Rather brief, actually.
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Arthur’s response ca imdiately, his ntal voice carrying urgency. Neko, use your domain. Activate it around Charlotte and Jasmine right now.
Neko’s ears twitched with mild surprise.
Your luck domain, Arthur explained with the rapid-fire tactical thinking she’d grown accustod to. If you can increase Charlotte’s luck, improve the probability of favorable outcos, then Jasmine’s chances of successfully healing her will skyrocket. Every variable that could go wrong becos less likely. Every positive developnt becos more probable.
Neko’s golden eyes opened fully as understanding dawned. Ah. Master thinks cleverly for a human. Very well.
She rose from her lounging position with fluid grace and padded closer to where Jasmine worked over Charlotte’s still form. The healer’s concentration remained absolute, her hands glowing with sustained magical energy as complex healing formations wove through Charlotte’s body.
"Human healer," Neko spoke aloud, her voice carrying the peculiar authority only cats could manage. "This one will be activating her domain now. Do not be alard. Continue your work."
Jasmine’s eyes flickered toward the primordial cat briefly, sweat still beading on her forehead from the extended procedure. "Domain? Will it interfere with—"
"It will help," Neko interrupted with typical feline certainty. "Reality will simply favor success more strongly. Continue."
Without waiting for further confirmation, Neko activated her newly awakened domain.
Fortune’s Favor
Power rippled outward from her small form, reality itself reshaping to accommodate her authority over luck and probability. The domain expanded rapidly, encompassing the entire dical room in a sphere of influence roughly twenty ters in diater.
The transformation was subtle but unmistakable.
The space within Neko’s domain shifted, taking on characteristics that reflected both her talent and her personal preferences. The harsh dical lighting softened, becoming warm and gentle like late afternoon sunlight filtering through windows. The air itself seed to relax, losing the sterile tension of a critical procedure and gaining the peaceful atmosphere of a safe, comfortable space.
Golden motes of light drifted lazily through the domain like dust particles dancing in sunbeams, each one representing a probability wave collapsing in favourable directions. The walls shimred slightly, as if reality had beco more fluid, more willing to bend toward positive outcos.
Most striking was how the domain manifested comfortable spaces throughout its bounds. Plush cushions materialized in corners—perfect napping spots that hadn’t existed monts before. A warm patch of sunlight appeared on the floor despite there being no actual window, the light source existed purely because Neko’s domain decided comfortable napping required proper illumination.
But Neko was selective about what her domain altered.
The dical table where Charlotte lay remained exactly as it was—stable, functional, unchanged.
No point disrupting what already works properly, Neko thought. The domain improves luck.
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