Check out my new translation!
=====
The excessive use of conceptual power left March 7th completely drained, her entire body exhausted and her head swimming.
But deep within her mind, one belief continued to flicker with unwavering brilliance, urging her to give everything she had.
That belief was—slacking off!
For this cause, anything was worth it—except dying!
As long as this last crate wasn't opened, there was still hope! If she could just reach that place and open it…
"Help me up, I can still open it!"
Stumbling, March 7th forced herself upright, gasping heavily. Thanks to the Trailblazer's naturally strong physique, she managed to regain enough strength to move.
Seeing her push herself this hard, Yunli worried aloud, "Little March, you don't need to go this far. With so many Curios, wanting to pull one that boosts Path energy is like fishing a needle out of the ocean."
March 7th didn't listen in the slightest. Swaying like a drunk, head tilted, she wiggled a finger and declared, "Even if it's harder than climbing the heavens, I refuse to give up!"
"Oh no, March's brain is broken. She's talking nonsense now."
Even Stelle, ever the carefree one, looked concerned. "Who compliments themselves like they're cursing in the streets?"
"Boss… Sylvester~~ Don't… wait!"
March 7th shook her little head, clearing it slightly.
She walked up to the shelf, remembering something, and declared with magnificent bravado, "Charge it now! One million credits—not a single credit less!"
Sylvester set down his teacup and nodded silently.
She was truly out of it. She'd already paid earlier—yet after so little time, she'd forgotten again.
Sylvester beckoned and handed March 7th's phone to Stelle.
The others watched as March 7th leaned over a trash can, rubbing her cheek against the lid again and again. They wanted to stop her—but had no reason to.
Right now, the only thing she needed was a sudden surge of power. Any attempt at persuading her otherwise was meaningless.
But what if she failed?
Her strange behavior now was simply because of exhaustion—her body overdrawn, her mind hazy. It looked severe, but a single night's sleep would fix it.
But once she woke up… then what?
Owning [Unlimited Blade Works] yet unable to use its strength—that was more agonizing than guarding a mountain of gold without a pickaxe.
Which meant all they could hope for… was that March 7th was air-headed enough not to care about her golden Curio.
"Hm? Are you all afraid I'll get too upset and do something stupid?"
Half sprawled over the trash can, March 7th craned her head toward them.
"Uh… no, no. We all believe your luck is amazing—and your heart even tougher. Even if you drew another bottle of mung bean soda, you'd stay calm and collected."
There was no way Stelle would follow March's wording and steer the topic toward "doing something stupid."
So she encouraged her instead—but subtly planted the idea of failure, and then flattered her a bit.
Hopefully it would soften the emotional blow later.
"Heheh. The Trailblazer really understands me." March 7th grinned foolishly, then boasted, "Mung bean soda is nothing! If it really pops out, I'll chug the whole bottle in one go!"
"This…"
Yanqing and Yunli's faces darkened instantly.
That only made them more worried!
You? Drinking an entire bottle of mung bean soda??
That's not seeing tomorrow's sunrise!
They shot Stelle a look filled with reproach.
Why tell her that?!
"Heh… heheh." Stelle smiled apologetically.
She didn't expect March to be that brave.
While they exchanged glances, March 7th had already selected her favorite from the remaining trash cans.
"Haiyaa!"
She leaned her weakened body onto the lid. Her eyes shone not only with excitement, but unshakable confidence.
Pointing skyward with one hand—like a scene she'd once seen in some comic—she shouted, "The heroine March 7th will gather every shard of destiny! She will complete everything and make dreams come true! Her luck—right now—reaches its pinnacle!"
With both hands, she gripped the lid, arched backward, and wrenched it free from the can.
The three behind her rushed forward again to catch her.
Blue light bursts forth.
By the time March 7th lowered her hands from her eyes, a parchment covered in text was already spread across the counter.
March 7th pumped her tiny fist proudly, as if she'd flipped the winning card on a high-stakes gambling table.
"How's that!"
She flaunted it with confidence—even though she had no idea what it was.
"Sylvester…"
The others looked toward him with pleading eyes.
They knew Sylvester wouldn't lie just to comfort her. But still… they had to try.
If March 7th's big dramatic speech got shattered now, she'd probably carry that shame for a lifetime—rolling around under her blankets every night until she screamed!
"Sigh."
Sylvester's sigh echoed in their ears.
March 7th didn't seem to notice it at all.
But Stelle, Yunli, and Yanqing felt their hearts clench. They were more anxious than March herself!
It's over…
Stelle quietly reached for her baseball bat. The moment Sylvester introduced the item and said it wasn't what March needed—
She would knock March out cold.
Then conveniently skip her memories past this whole event. If they were lucky, maybe she'd forget the sky-pointing speech too.
Problem solved.
Unaware she was seconds away from being bludgeoned unconscious, March 7th puffed out her chest and proclaimed, "Boss Sylvester, tell them—my luck is unmatched in all the world!"
Yunli and Yanqing looked even more pained.
Miss March / Little March, please stop raising the stakes… If this goes wrong, you'll die of embarrassment!
And Sylvester's sigh earlier was already a huge hint!
"Miss March. I must admit—your luck truly is the best my shop has ever seen."
Sylvester picked up the Curio, skimmed the contents, and recalled all the disappointed customers before her. He sighed again. "If every visitor had your luck, my humble store would have been overflowing long ago."
"Huh?" Stelle froze, the baseball bat hovering behind March 7th's head.
Yanqing's brain stalled from the sudden plot twist.
"Boss, that sigh of yours nearly killed us! We were worried sick!" Yunli half complained, half rejoiced.
This dramatic pause was obviously intentional! Who knew Sylvester had such a mischievous side?
"Haha, I told you!"
White clothes like snow, drifting freely with the wind—soon she'd return to her blessed life of sleeping until sunbeams hit her face and eating carbs to her heart's content!
Receiving the confirmation, March 7th felt her heart flooded with pure happiness, laughing in triumph.
"Miss March's luck truly is extraordinary. Until now, no one has ever drawn a complete and flawless set of Curios in one go. Such fortune may never appear again!"
He spread the parchment before them. "This is a very powerful nutritional supplement. Its name may sound amusing, but its effects are anything but—and it fits your needs perfectly. This Curio is called… [Super Lollipop]."