True Immortal Heart-Chapter 50: Dusk Faints Again

Lysandra felt somewhat relieved seeing Dusk’s attitude toward life still remained incredibly positive.

She was about to step outside to take care of some errands when suddenly she remembered something and stopped to remind him.

"Don’t act recklessly," she warned. "I’m afraid if you get into another accident, you really might die this time."

"Don’t worry," Dusk smiled as he replied, "I’m not going to die, at least not today."

After all, he didn’t believe that anything worse could possibly happen today—things had already gone too far.

Lysandra nodded in agreement before leaving.

...

Not long after, Dusk suddenly sensed something was terribly wrong. He was clearly lying in his room when he suddenly caught the scent of something burning.

’Damn it, you’ve got to be kidding me. This can’t really be a fire,’ he thought.

As the smell of smoke grew stronger, coupled with the fact that he was still blind, Dusk realized now was no time to hesitate—he had to run.

"Damn it, am I really the unluckiest man in the world?" he cursed, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to sit up through the pain.

With great difficulty, he climbed down from the bed, then summoned whatever memories he had of the house to fumble his way toward the door.

Each step felt unbearably heavy, as if his body was about to collapse at any moment.

The pile of wounds covering this mortal frame was simply too much to endure any longer.

’If it weren’t for the system, I would have died for sure. Wait—what if the system is actually the reason I’m so unlucky? It’s starting to feel suspicious; the system doesn’t seem trustworthy at all.’

He thought silently, unaware when the system had become the prime suspect for all his misfortunes.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he knew that normally, it would be easy to walk straight down to the door—but now, it felt strangely difficult.

Each step he took now was unimaginably difficult—his body badly injured, blind eyes, and senses dulled by exhaustion.

He couldn’t even locate the stairs by sight; instead, he had to feel his way along the stair railing with his hands.

Gripping the railing tightly, Dusk took the first step down. The jarring shock from his foot striking the floor radiated through his entire body, sending waves of pain.

He then tried to tread more carefully, step by step, gradually improving his balance.

’If I keep going like this, I should be downstairs soon, right?’

Just as a flicker of hope stirred, for some unknown reason, the wooden stair railing—already rotten—snapped.

With his unstable body unable to keep balance, he tumbled down the stairs, rolling over the last few steps and finally smashing his head against the door below.

His head buzzed, his body throbbed with pain, and spasms wracked him continuously. He felt like death was closing in.

’Damn this miserable life!’

He cursed inwardly before fainting for the third time.

Unlucky—truly the unluckiest man alive. It was no wonder the demon of misfortune had such a keen eye for selecting the most ill-fated victim.

Meanwhile, next door, a quarrel was breaking out. Nothing unusual—just a wife yelling at her husband for messing things up.

"You’re useless! I only asked you to watch the meat on the grill, and you fell asleep. Lucky I caught it in time, or else the whole house would’ve burned down."

So this was the culprit who nearly killed Dusk by causing the fire and subsequent fall. If Dusk had known that the burning smell came from some man dozing off while grilling meat, he would’ve been furious enough to bleed from the nose.

...

A few hours later, when Lysandra returned home, she pushed the door only to find it blocked by something, refusing to budge.

"What the hell? Is it jammed or something?" She muttered, peeking through the crack—and immediately gasped.

Through the narrow gap, she saw someone lying motionless inside. Judging by the clothes, she immediately recognized it was Dusk. And the situation didn’t look good at all.

She immediately changed direction and went around to enter the house through the back door.

Seeing him lying motionless, blood trickling from his head, she put her finger gently under his nose to check if he was still alive.

When she felt his breath, she finally let out a sigh of relief, covering his forehead with her hand.

"Really, I told you not to act recklessly, so why didn’t you listen?"

Of course, she wouldn’t get any answer from someone unconscious. Resigned, she once again dragged him upstairs. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

...

After a long while, under her care, Dusk slowly regained consciousness. Feeling alive—and without any signs of burns—his expression darkened.

’Damn it, so there was no fire at all. So the real fool here is me?!’

Though he was lucky to have avoided an actual fire, the situation felt utterly bizarre.

"Thank you," he said.

No need to look around to know who had carried him up here. And now, he could truly feel death looming close.

No matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t understand how he was struggling just to survive a single day like this.

"Hmph, what were you running around for? Didn’t I already warn you?" Lysandra said, her tone clearly displeased.

His actions showed blatant disregard for her kindness and effort in saving him.

But Dusk was innocent—how could a blind man like him even tell if there was really a fire? He couldn’t see a thing!

"I... I thought there was a fire. I smelled burning but saw nothing. Desperate, I just ran blindly, trying to find a way out. Then suddenly the stair railing broke, and I..." Dusk stammered.

’Damn it, when will this curse of mine ever end?’

Thinking of the stairs made Dusk want to curse again—obviously the railing looked perfectly fine, but the moment he needed it most, it snapped.

Hearing this, Lysandra no longer blamed him. Instead, she felt a deep pity. Yet, thinking of future consequences, she felt something was off.

’Should I really maintain a good relationship with him? If this curse can spread to others, that would be terrifying.’

But she immediately shook her head. As someone who pursued perfect beauty, she would never shun others simply because they were unlucky.