Chen Yi's attributes began to climb.
This transformation lasted for two days.
Chen Yi experienced the process carefully. As his fate entered him, he constantly felt as though he lacked nothing anymore.
It was as if something that had always belonged to him had only now returned to his hands.
However, a faint trace of regret flashed through Chen Yi's eyes.
He had thought that when he underwent the Heavenly Being Third Decay, the Goddess of Luck would come interfere.
To Chen Yi and the others, the Wasteland World was a battlefield.
But to higher-level combatants, it was a massive pitfall.
Countless eyes were watching this place.
If any high-level combatant intervened and affected the course of the war—
They might be erased before Chen Yi even noticed.
The Goddess of Luck had set her sights on God's Cry, which could be understood as her wanting that piece of equipment.
So Chen Yi had used himself as bait, luring the Goddess of Luck into tampering with his decay tribulation.
Yet she had not appeared at all.
Was it her immense luck helping her avoid misfortune?
Just as Chen Yi was pondering this, a certain Goddess of Luck shuddered. She muttered, "This feeling... someone is definitely plotting against me."
"Heh heh..."
"Mm-hm-hm-hahaha! I'm as clever as a monkey. How could I possibly fall for it?"
"No matter how much you scheme, as long as I stay cautious enough, you won't even be able to find me."
The Goddess of Luck then examined herself, wondering whether she had done anything too reckless lately.
She had not felt this way in quite some time. The fighting outside was fierce, so no one should have had the energy to come trouble her.
Soon, the Goddess of Luck recalled the necklace she had seen through