Brooke Rancher was always sitting in his wheelchair, staring out the window of his small, dingy apartment. It was a gloomy day that matched his mood perfectly. Ever since he was a kid, he always felt like the universe was against him. Everyone in the orphanage had avoided him, talking behind his back that he was cursed. They believed that his presence brought misfortunes to those around him. Well, it all started when his parents died in a car crash when he was just nine years old. He was left alone at an early age and had no family to turn to. The Hope Orphanage took him in, but it wasn't long before he was adopted by a new couple. However, fate had other plans. They died too, and Brooke was left back in the orphanage. All alone once again. Kids in the orphanage started to bully him and call him names like 'Bad Luck Brooke, and 'JINX'. They also believed that he was the reason why the orphanage was almost burned down. As Brooke grew older, the bullying only intensified

"System, can you please bring me back to my apartment now?" Brooke begged, he was now exhausted as it seemed like no one was interested in his service. "Of course, Brooke. But before I do, I just want to congratulate you on making your first fortune telling today!" the system replied. Brooke let out a dry laugh, "Yeah, It was a real success. One client a day." "It's a good start, Brooke. And I have to say, I'm impressed that you managed to sell that amulet to Sabrina for 1000 dollars. You're a natural-born salesman." Brooke rolled his eyes, "I guess, I just got lucky." As he waited for the system to teleport him back to his apartment, his mind began to wander. He couldn't help but think about Oliver Miller, the bully who made his life a living hell in the orphanage. "I hope he's not in danger tonight," Brooke muttered to himself, and he also hoped Sabrina successfully made him wear the amulet, just in case. "You know, system. I never thought I'd say this but I ho

Today, Brooke was in the hospital waiting room. flipping through an Archie comics. It had been seven months since the trailer truck accident that left him with broken legs but he luckily got a monthly check-up and treatment. "Brooke Rancher?" a nurse called out, her voice piercing through the hum of the waiting room. Brooke rolled his wheelchair and made his way to the examination room. Dr. Garcia, a kind-faced man greeted him with a firm handshake. "It's good to see you again, Brooke. Let's take a look at your legs." Dr. Garcia said his eyes scanned the X-ray images on the computer screen. Brooke watched as the doctor's expression changed from curiosity to astonishment. "Woah, I don't know how to explain this but your leg is healing at an incredible rate. The bones are reassembling themselves and the tissues are regenerating faster than I've ever seen before." Brooke's eyes widened and a smile spread across his face, "I knew it. The cookie is effective." Dr. Garcia

Brooke sat in his wheelchair as he looked at the screen he could only see in front of him. 'System, is there anything that can help Trevor's wife and baby?' he asked. "I have accessed the database and found an item that may be of assistance. It's the life-saving amulet, imbued with the power of the philosopher's stone, it can help stabilize the woman's condition and ensure the baby's survival." Brooke's eyes lit up with interest, 'What's the cost of this amulet?' "The life-saving amulet is valued at 100,000 dollars," the system replied. Brooke turned to Trevor, "This amulet costs, 100,000 dollars," he revealed a delicate silver chain with a small, glowing stone pendant. "You have to make your wife wear it so that the amulets' power will activate," Brooke instructed. Trevor nodded frantically, "I'll make the payments now," Trevor pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Secretary, please, transfer one million dollars- wait, what was your name?" He turned to him.

Brooke tried to move his legs and to his surprise, they responded. He sat up in bed and the doctors around him were stunned, their mouths agape. Dr. Garcia, who had assisted him for months was speechless and had seen many patients in his career but never anything like this. With the help of the medical staff, Brooke slowly stood up from the bed, his legs trembled at first but as he gained confidence. He took a few tentative steps forward. The room erupted in cheers and applause as Brooke walked towards the door. "I need to take a walk," Brooke said. Dr. Garcia supported him, still looking stunned, "Be careful, Brooke." Brooke made his way out of the room, his legs carrying him down the hospital hallways. As he walked, he could hear the whispers and gasps of the hospital staff and patients. They couldn't believe their eyes, that the crippled man was walking again. Brooke felt freedom as he made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and took a long, hot showe