My Lucky Disaster, Her Fatal Vacation

Synopsis

The livestream system picked both me and my roommate Bianca at the exact same time. The chat exploded with a choice: [A. Survive on a deserted island with unlimited supplies. B. Survive in the city with no money and one random misfortune every day.] [Pick A! Unlimited supplies basically means a vacation!] [B is misery. That is straight inferno mode.] Bianca glanced at the comments and hit A without a second thought. She was transported to her lonely island. The system kept its promise about unlimited supplies, although the supplies turned out to be pure junk. Plungers. Screwdrivers. Single left socks. Everything except real food. She starved on that beach, her bones scattered and picked clean by vultures. I went with B. My daily "misfortunes" looked like this: getting hit by the richest man's son, being mistaken for the nation's favorite superstar, receiving a 30 million deposit by accident. Those disasters lifted me so high that people started calling my life a blessing in disguise. During a global livestream interview, while I talked about my so-called lucky streak, the final image from Bianca's dead and silent channel flickered. She was carving words into the sand with a broken seashell, the letters smeared in blood."Mira, even if I die, I will never let you go." My vision blurred for a moment. Then I opened my eyes again. I was back on the day we chose our fates. Right beside me, Bianca's voice floated in the air, calm and clear. "I pick B. Urban survival."