On the Subject of Playing Corpse

Thirty years!

Luo Yuan looked into the void, straining his eyes.

The Misfortune God Position...

He was certain that this thing was not anywhere.

Because if the Misfortune God Position was on someone, the Luck God Position on him would surely angrily point it out and tell him to go eliminate that damned misfortune!

However, it did not.

Misfortune was truly in a missing state.

And luck...

Definitely did not want misfortune to appear!

So, counting on the Luck Aura would only be counterproductive.

However...

What baffled Luo Yuan was, was his face really that unlucky?

Adding it up, two to three hundred thousand gods in total, he could be said to have accomplished an achievement Ye couldn't even imagine—how could there not be a single Misfortune God Position?!

He really didn't understand anymore.

Misfortune...

Where on earth was it?

Luo Yuan's Era, year thirty.

The world entered a long-awaited peace.

Oh.

To be precise, it was half the world. Luo Yuan controlled his own half of the world, while the remaining half that hated Luo Yuan had its own world.

However.

This world was ultimately Luo Yuan's Era.

Luo Yuan had been busy with his own god position all these years, so the world remained peaceful enough.

There was no help for it.

Luo Yuan's goal was world retrocession, so naturally he had no time to manage and rule this discarded world that might be ruined by him at any moment, and thus naturally he didn't care.

Therefore.

The living beings in the other half of the world temporarily attained peace.

Although.

They were still in every corner of the world.

As for Luo Yuan's status, that lofty true god position, it was still an existence that all living beings could only look up to and didn't even