I Maxed Out My Luck Stat-Chapter 8: Fuck You

"Get up, worm..."

Selica’s voice was cold as she looked down on the boy whose back pressed against the ground.

He was nearly motionless, save for his pained and ragged breathing.

Her purple eyes reflected his pathetic state, but their cold gleam showed disinterest in his suffering. Although he had wounds all over his body, which were healing at a rather slow pace, she truly could not care less.

She placed her small feet on his chest, pressing against his broken ribs so that he could make some kind of movement.

Just as expected—he screamed.

"Hehe... So you still have energy to shout, eh? That means we aren’t done yet."

Her sadistic smile would send shivers down anyone’s spine.

This was a mere ten-year-old, yet she was grinning like the devil itself, her gaze craving more violence than what was necessary.

Even then, the boy did not move a muscle.

He was too tired.

He also did not want to fight back, or rather... he had already learned the hard way that he simply could not do so.

His opponent—Selica Magicula Vi Noir—was simply too strong.

"What a useless bastard. You’re even more worthless than a dirty piece of rag. You’re a disgrace. I’m sure your family thinks the same of you. Even if you die right now, I’m sure they wouldn’t even care... hehe!"

The boy couldn’t even argue.

She was right.

"In fact, why don’t we put it to the test? I’ve gotten curious about it now..."

"E-eh?" A small sound seemed to leak from the mouth of the boy.

He had an incredulous expression on his face that read "What do you mean by that?"

Upon seeing this, Selica only laughed louder.

"I’ll kill you!"

Although her face was cute, and she was laughing, it didn’t seem like she was joking.

No, her psychopathic gaze made it clear—

—She was serious!

"Ngh! Let... me go!" The boy began squirming under her feet, trying to escape.

But it was of no use.

"Tch! Stop rolling around, you maggot!" She clicked her tongue, lifted her leg, and then slammed her feet harder on his chest.

"Guark!"

Blood spurted from his lips almost immediately.

It was so pathetic.

But also so wonderful to her.

The way the blood sparkled as it floated in the air—it was a magnificent sight for the young lady.

She wanted to see more!

"Hehehe! Die, you disgusting pig!" She kept increasing the pressure of her leg on his chest.

"Lady Selica, please don’t—!"

At this point, her aide, the busty secretary who accompanied her to the garden, protested.

Her name was Emily, and although she had only recently been appointed as the Young Lady’s aide, she knew enough of the girl’s twisted personality.

She also understood the huge dangers that Selica’s action held and the political ramifications it would have on the Noir Family. She had also been specifically warned about this Young Lady and had been given orders to stop her if things went out of hand.

Although she was scared of the Young Lady, she also knew the matter had gone too far.

She had to interfere!

"What?"

"Please stop, Young Lady. If you really kill him, the Noir Family..."

"Don’t stop me!" Selica screamed, almost like she was a baby throwing a fit. "You stay out of this, Emily! I like you a little bit, but don’t think I’ll spare your life if you get in my way!"

"A-ahh...!"

The moment poor Emily heard this, all the color drained from her already pale face.

She knew this was no bluff.

After all, there was a reason she was just recently appointed to help the Young Lady in her affairs.

That was simply due to the death of the previous aide.

And who was responsible for that?

Who else but Selica?

The child was psychotic—completely out of control!

Emily knew that if she interfered, she would be torn to shreds by the Young Lady and her Principal Disposition. She wouldn’t even last ten seconds.

But—

’If I don’t stop this and she ends up killing that boy, it’ll be my head on the platter.’

Emily deeply contemplated her choice.

She was scared.

She stared at the boy, paralyzed.

It wasn’t that she supported the Young Lady. In fact, she quite pitied this Young Master of the Blanc Household.

But what could she do, exactly?

"I... I..."

Right as she was contemplating these things, something shone in the hand of the Blanc Family’s Young Master. Ripples appeared in the air around his outstretched palm, and it was as though space itself was being distorted.

’T-that—!’ Emily’s eyes broadened.

This was the activation sign of a Principal Disposition!

’He’s really going to use it now?’ She wondered for a moment, but then shook her head. ’No, maybe this is for the best!’

If the Young Master could save himself with his Principal Disposition, then she wouldn’t have to step in at all. Plus, they would be able to gather information on the true nature of the boy’s Principal Disposition and win some merit in the Noir Household.

But—

’I heard he is truly an untalented person, so it’s not like his Principal Disposition would be anything special....’

Regardless, finding out what it was would be good.

Selica still hadn’t revealed her Principal Disposition to the world, and the Noir Family planned to keep it hidden for as long as they could. Naturally, everyone knew it was Special Rank, and there were speculations here and there, but until they entered the Academy, no one would really know what it really did.

’However, if we know the Young Master’s Principal Disposition... we will have leverage!’

Emily’s eyes gleamed with delight.

She waited.

The brilliant light finally dimmed, and the transparent distortion vanished, revealing something being tightly gripped by the helpless boy.

It was a small, oddly shaped object.

It had a dark metallic sheen, with a unique design she had never seen before.

Just what was this?

No... The important question was "What Principal Disposition is that?!"

’That looks like [Basic Summoning]. But it can’t be, right? Even if he is untalented, having a Low Rank Principal Disposition that is so common is too pathetic. That can’t be the case, right?’

Although Emily was in disbelief, she had to believe her eyes.

It truly seemed like [Basic Summoning].

’But what kind of item is that? It certainly has no Mystical Characteristic, so it is not a Mystic Object, but why don’t I recognize it?’ She pondered deeply. ’If this is [Basic Summoning], then the only items he can summon are commonplace tools.’

In that case, literally anyone would be able to recognize them instantly.

That was how it worked.

So—

’Why can’t I determine what kind of object it is?!’

Before she could resolve the question, she saw the young man aiming this small and rather unimpressive-looking item at the young lady.

Then, in a whisper, he smiled.

"Fuck you."

BANG!

A terrifying loud sound echoed, and the next thing that Emily saw was the smoking mouth of the item, as well as her Young Lady staggering back as a result of some unknown impact.

Blood spurted from her chest.

She looked dazed as she took her feet from the young man and stared in shock...

... Anger...

... And then fear!

The Young Master was still pointing the black metallic item at her.

His eyes were wide open, practically bloodshot, and his hands trembled as they held the item.

That wasn’t all.

He also had a wide grin on his face.

The kind that seemed to scream: "You’re mine, bitch!"