Peak-Level Fortune, Yet a Person with Nothing

Even after experiencing five lifetimes of human tribulations, witnessing this absurd and cruel scene still left a tangled knot of emotions.

There is nothing new under the sun.

The human realm had been suppressed by the ancient remnants for thirty thousand years.

And here in the Real Realm, humanity was going through something similar, only far more intense.

The elder brother standing behind you murmured in a low voice.

“Now you understand…”

Beside you, Liu Ying trembled with fear, muttering under her breath, “I’d better not have high talent…”

You patted Liu Ying’s back to comfort her.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“But… our lives are in the church’s hands. How can we not be afraid?”

“The truth is, they’re afraid of us—afraid of humanity!”

“I… I don’t see that.”

“Those who are killed are the ones with high talent. That means they don’t dare let a single person who could walk the path of cultivation slip by. So they nip it at the source.”

“But we humans aren’t that powerful. Even if we cultivate, we’re no match for other races.

Take the Three-eyed Tribe—born with divine eyes, able to see through illusions and discern yin and yang.

Or the Scale Tribe—naturally amphibious, moving through water like a shooting star.

And the Wing Tribe—born with the gift of flight, everyone a genius, cultivating at lightning speed.

What do we humans have?”

You smiled and pointed to your mouth.

Liu Ying looked puzzled.

“Brother Chen, what does that mean? That we humans talk well?”

“Language.”

“Language?”

“Everyone speaks our human language. That means humans were once the rulers of this world!”

Liu Ying still couldn’t understand. After all, she had never thought about it. She didn’t even know that the words she spoke and heard every day were actually the human language.

But you knew clearly: in the Void Realm, every race spoke its own language.

Yet in the Real Realm, after a year here, you hadn’t heard a single word outside of human speech.

You were certain of that.

Soon, Liu Ying stepped up for examination. As she had hoped, she had no aptitude for cultivation.

This was humanity.

The vast majority of humans were mediocre in cultivation, but the rare few prodigies could illuminate the entire race.

At last, it was your turn.

The female Wing Tribe clerk in charge glanced at the register and said, “What’s your name? You’re not listed here.”

“Chen Yi.”

Arriving for the first time, there was no difference between telling the truth and a lie—no one knew you anyway.

“Chen Yi? No, you have to change your name.”

“Why?”

“How can you, a human, use the word ‘Yi’ in your name? That’s the hallowed name of our great Wing God Church, and the revered name of our noble Wing Tribe.”

“Uh… let’s set aside your ‘great’ and ‘revered’ for a moment. But what if my ‘Yi’ isn’t the same ‘Yi’ as yours…”

“I don’t care which one it is! Change it or not?”

“Fine, I’ll go by Chen Long from now on.”

“Long isn’t allowed either!”

“What’s wrong with ‘Long’? Are you called the Wing-Longs?”

“The Sacred Dragon Tribe is the noblest race in our Milky Way South Star Sector! You can’t use their name either!”

You were utterly speechless.

[There are so many races in the Void Realm, all more noble than humans, and none can violate name taboos. Humans might as well not take names at all and just assign numbers!]

[After trying for a while, you ended up picking the classic fake name—Chen Dong.]

[The eagle’s eye shot a pale beam of light, sweeping over you.]

[Then your aptitude was read out.]

[That eagle’s eye, floating in midair and made of transparent crystal, suddenly blazed into dazzling, multicolored brilliance!]

[“How could…”]

[The cardinal in red, the priest in white, the knight order of protectors, the Black Eye Legion, and the crowd of villagers brought here—all were blinded by the light, unable to open their eyes.]

[You frowned slightly.]

[Your aptitude should be quite poor—why all this commotion?]

[It looks like you have no choice but to fight.]

[You could already see the cardinal in red, struck again by that sudden manic zeal, walking toward you with an exaggerated expression.]

[“Ah! You unforgivable…”]

[“No immortal root, no special physique, no special soul…”]

[The female winged human in charge of records saved your life.]

[Her words left the cardinal in red confused.]

[“The eagle’s eye shows his aptitude is the highest—how can he be triple-void?”]

[“This colorful light is his luck, masking the glow of his three base aptitudes.”]

[The cardinal in red grew even more puzzled.]

[“A man with such high luck—would he end up here? Could the Winged God’s Stone be malfunctioning?”]

[This old man had some self-awareness after all.]

[To have fallen to Fortune Star, be caught by the Winged God Church, and be assigned to work—basically hard labor—and you’re saying this guy has good luck?]

[Where’s the evidence?]

[You were quite interested in this Winged God’s Stone—it works just like your trait "Human Body Scanner"!]

[Since it can’t detect trait effects, it shows your immortal root—what humans call bone foundation—as your original rootless state, not the high-tier root corresponding to a seventh-grade immortal root.]

[If you could get your hands on this thing, it’d be like gaining an extra trait slot!]

[For now, you can’t act rashly. Let’s see how these lunatics plan to handle you.]

[The cardinal in red sized you up.]

[Cleverly, you put on the same dazed look as the other villagers.]

[Stupid and dull, trembling all over, slouching, utterly numb.]

[Your acting skills, honed through five simulations, could be called the best in the Void Realm.]

[But this cardinal in red was cautious too.]

[“He may seem harmless, but with such top-tier luck, he’s no ordinary man. Better classify him as unforgivable.”]

[So that means you want me dead?]

[Your cultivation technique had already started circulating, ready for a desperate struggle.]

[The white-robed priest who brought you stepped forward and said to the cardinal in red.]

[“Cardinal Ningma, hold on!”]

[“Priest Locu, what advice do you have?”]

[“This Chen Dong has high luck, but he’s a triple-void person—he can’t cultivate at all. Why not keep him?”]

[“That goes against doctrine.”]

[“What if he really is a man of great luck?”]

[“That joke of yours is rather ironic. If that’s what you think, why keep him around?”]

[“My point is—if he really is a man of great luck, as long as he’s under our watch, his fortunes become our fortunes.”]

[The two of them said all this without any attempt to hide it.]

It can be seen that they completely disregard the human race.

Priest Locu’s words made Cardinal Ningma nod repeatedly.

“Priest Locu, you truly are a sharp-minded man. So, where do you think he should be sent to work?”

“Mine No. 1. That’s under my people’s charge. I’ll assign my most trusted men to keep an eye on him!”