The faint hum of the boss room’s sealed magic filled the air as the party settled into their temporary camp. The tension of the labyrinth still lingered, but for now, there was a sense of respite.

Nancy sat cross-legged, inspecting her potion supplies and muttering about their dwindling reserves. Josh worked diligently to patch up his armor with what little materials they had, while Lancy leaned back against the cold stone wall, her twin swords resting beside her.

Miles, on the other hand, found himself sitting apart from the group. He stared at his inventory, but his mind was elsewhere, drifting back to his old life.

Before being thrown into this strange world, Miles had been a devoted Dungeon Master. He had spent countless hours creating intricate campaigns for his friends, designing elaborate traps, thrilling story arcs, and unforgettable NPCs. He was the one in charge, the one everyone looked to for guidance.

But being a Dungeon Master came with its own curse.

He had always been on the outside, narrating the story rather than being part of it. While his friends laughed, bonded, and shared moments of camaraderie as they adventured together, he remained behind his screen, controlling the flow of events.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t been part of their group—technically, he had. But he had never truly felt part of it. He was the storyteller, not a participant.

Miles had envied his friends for their closeness. They made forming connections look so effortless, while he struggled to understand what it even meant to feel truly included.

“Even here,” he thought, glancing at his party members. “I’m still the outsider. They’ve been through so much together already, and I…”

His gaze flicked to Lancy, who was sharpening her swords with focused precision. Despite her injury, she exuded confidence and strength, a natural leader. Then to Nancy and Josh, who exchanged quiet banter as they worked. There was a bond between them now, one forged through shared struggle.

And here he was—unharmed, untested, and still feeling like he didn’t belong.

“What am I even doing here?” he wondered bitterly.

“Hey,” Josh’s voice jolted him from his thoughts.

Miles blinked, looking up to see Josh watching him curiously.

“How did you manage to stay unharmed?” Josh asked, his tone not accusatory but genuinely curious.

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The question made Nancy pause her work and glance over, and even Lancy looked up from her swords.

Miles hesitated, feeling the weight of their attention. “Uh… well, I guess I just have incredible luck with my rolls,” he said, forcing a small laugh.

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Luck?”

“Yeah,” Miles said, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve got this… ability, I guess, to make things go my way sometimes. And occasionally, I can share that luck with others.”

Nancy snorted, clearly thinking he was joking. “Oh, really? So you’re some kind of walking good luck charm?”

“Sometimes,” Miles said with a shrug, trying to play it off as casual.

Nancy rolled her eyes. “Alright, then. If you’re so capable, why don’t you bless my healing? I’ve been trying to get Lancy’s leg fixed, but nothing’s working.”

She gestured to Lancy, who was still wincing slightly whenever she adjusted her position.

Miles hesitated. He thought Nancy was joking, but then again, he didn’t want to disappoint. “Uh, sure. Why not?”

He stood and walked over to Nancy, who handed him a vial of potion.

“Alright, Lucky Charm,” Nancy said with a smirk. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Miles held the potion awkwardly, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He glanced at the party, who were all watching him with varying degrees of skepticism.

“System, help me out here,” he thought desperately.

The system responded with a faint notification:

“User’s Luck stat will influence the next action. Probability of success: high.”

Taking a deep breath, Miles closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath—part prayer, part nonsense. Then he handed the potion back to Nancy.

“Try it now,” he said, stepping back.

Nancy raised an eyebrow but uncorked the vial and poured it over Lancy’s injured leg.

The effect was immediate. A soft golden glow surrounded Lancy’s leg, and the tense lines of pain on her face eased. When the glow faded, she stretched her leg experimentally, then stood, her movements fluid and unhindered.

The entire party froze.

Josh’s jaw dropped, Nancy stared at the empty vial in disbelief, and Lancy looked at Miles with a mix of awe and confusion.

“What… just happened?” Nancy whispered.

Miles blinked, equally stunned. “Uh… guess my blessing worked?”

Nancy grabbed another potion from her supplies. “Do it again.”

“Wait, what—”

She shoved the potion into his hands. “Bless this one. Now.”

Feeling like a stage magician being forced to repeat a trick, Miles awkwardly repeated the process. Once again, the potion glowed faintly in his hands, and when Nancy applied it to a minor cut on her arm, it healed instantly.

The party stared at him as if he’d just performed a miracle.

“You’ve been holding out on us,” Josh said, his tone half-joking but tinged with suspicion.

Miles held up his hands. “I swear, I didn’t know I could actually do that! It’s just… luck, I guess?”

Lancy stepped forward, her sharp eyes studying him intently. “You’re full of surprises,” she said, her tone unreadable.

Miles shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. “I’m just trying to help.”

Nancy crossed her arms. “Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working. You might actually be useful after all.”

Josh chuckled, and even Lancy’s lips twitched into a faint smile.

For the first time, the tension in the room eased, replaced by a cautious sense of camaraderie. Miles still felt like an outsider, but for now, he had proven his worth.

As the party settled back into their rest, Miles couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment, small as it was, had brought them one step closer to trusting each other.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could belong.