I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I wasn’t a particularly lucky guy.

Back when I worked as a mercenary, a D-rank mission turned out to be as dangerous as a B-rank. Of the ten people who had participated, only two survived.

Of course, we didn’t emerge unscathed. The other guy lost his legs, and my face was severely wounded.

A guy I pissed off in a bar coincidentally happened to be an executive of the underworld...

I even had a day when a sword I’d bought shattered while I was swinging it just a little harder than normal.

If I were a lucky guy, I would’ve already gotten at least four or five blessings.

That was why I was quite shocked by my current situation. It just so happened that the extreme poison my enemy was using as his ultimate weapon was the best elixir in the world for me.

If the hero of some story was ever this lucky, the author would get cursed out.

I let out a breath of hot air.