Seeing Yan Anqing's solemn expression, Jiang Xinyue covered her mouth and smiled like a little fox.
"Senior, did you know? You're on the list of human angels Pope Phoenix appointed!"
Her delicate brows curved slightly, and her eyes became crescent moons as she tried to suppress her laughter. "Blazing Angel—that's the title he gave you. Do you like it?"
"..."
Yan Anqing had nothing to say.
He had been caught in the crossfire again.
Plans could never keep up with changes.
From the details of each world-altering modification, none of it seemed to have much to do with him.
Yet when it was actually carried out, it always ended up getting connected to him for some inexplicable reason.
For now, it could barely be considered a good thing. There had been no negative effects, and it occasionally brought him some achievements, helping advance the Main Quest.
Could these coincidences be attributed to "luck"?
Absolutely.
The problem was that no one on the Earth could yet figure out how this thing worked.
It was like a rigid computer program that did not know how to adapt.
Judging from the current phenomena, Yan Anqing was inclined toward that hypothesis.
The "luck program" believed that fame, success, unexpected wealth, public attention, and standing out from the crowd were all good things in humanity's common perception.
Yet when it put those coincidences into practice, it did not consider individual differences.
If that was truly the case, then under certain extreme circumstances, abundant luck might have the opposite effect.
For example, a thief casually spoke a few heartfelt words while being interviewed in a detention center, and his words were turned into a joke that made him famous across the country.
Even after returning to society, he would still be viewed through countless pairs of