Max-Level Fortune, Yet a Man of Three Nothings!

Even having experienced five lifetimes in the Human World, witnessing this absurd and cruel scene still evoked mixed feelings.

There's nothing new under the sun.

The Human World has been suppressed by the Desolate Ancient Remnant People thirty thousand years.

[And the Human Race in the Real Realm is experiencing something similar, but on a much more intense scale.]

[The guy standing behind you said in a low voice.]

["Now you understand, right...?"]

[Liu Ying, standing to the side, was trembling with fear, muttering things like, "I hope I'm not highly qualified."]

You patted Liu Ying on the back to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid."

"But... our lives are in the hands of the Church, how can we not be afraid?"

"In fact, they are afraid of us, afraid of our Human Race!"

"I... I didn't realize that."

"Those killed were all highly talented, which shows that they dared not let go of anyone who might have embarked on the path of cultivation, so they eliminated them at the source."

"But we Human Race aren't that powerful. Even with cultivation, we're still not as good as other races."

Like the Three-Eyed Race, who are born with divine eyes that can perceive illusions and understand yin and yang.

And then there's the Scale Race, naturally amphibious, moving with lightning speed in the water like a shooting star.

The Winged Race are born with the ability to fly; everyone is a genius, and they cultivate extremely quickly.

What do we Human Race have?

You smiled and pointed to your mouth.

[Liu Ying's identity is unknown.]

"Brother Chen, what does this mean? Are we Human Race good with words?"

["language."]

["language?"]

"Everyone speaks my Human Race language, which proves that Human Race were once the dominant race in this world!"

[Liu Ying still couldn't understand, after all, she had never thought about this question before, and she didn't even know that the words she spoke and heard every day were actually the language of Human Race.]

[But you know very well that in the Void Realm, each race speaks its own language.]

[You've been in the Real Realm for a year, and you haven't heard a single language other than the Human Race language.]

[You firmly believe this.]

[Subsequently, Liu Ying went on stage for examination, and as she wished, she had no aptitude for cultivation.]

This is the Human Race.

The vast majority of Human Race are mediocre in cultivation, but a very few geniuses can illuminate the entire race.

[It's finally your turn.]

The Winged Person woman in charge of recording glanced at the register and said, "What's your name? You're not listed here."

["Chen Yi."]

[Since you're new here, there's no difference between using your real name and a pseudonym, since nobody knows you anyway.]

"Chen Yi? No, you need to change your name."

Why?

"How can a Human Race you include 'Wing' in your name? This is the name of our great Winged God Sect, the name of our noble Winged Race."

["Uh...you're so great, so noble. Let's not discuss that for now. Let's just say, is it possible that my 'Yi' isn't your 'Yi'..."]

"I don't care who you are! Are you going to change it or not?"

"Okay, I'll call myself Chen Long from now on."

"Even dragons won't do!"

"So what if you're a dragon? Are you called the Winged Dragon Clan?"

"The Holy Dragon Race is the noblest race in our Silver Southern Star Realm! We will not dare to offend their name!"

You're completely speechless.

[There are so many races in the Void Realm, all of them more noble than Human Race, and none of them can violate the taboo of names. Human Race might as well not have names at all, just give them numbers!]

[After trying for a while, you reverted to the classic kana— Chen Dong.]

[A faint beam of light shot from the eagle's eye and shone upon you.]

[Your qualifications will then be read.]

[The eagle's eye, floating in mid-air and made of transparent crystal, suddenly transformed into a dazzling array of colors!]

["how..."]

The Red-Robed Cardinal, the White-Robed Priest, the Sect Protection Knight Order, the Black Eye Legion, and all the villagers who had been brought there were blinded by the light.

Your brow is slightly furrowed.

[My qualifications should be pretty bad, so why is there such a big fuss?]

Looks like I have no choice but to give it my all.

[You've seen the Red-Robed Cardinal, suddenly struck by another bout of illness, walking towards you with an exaggerated expression.]

["Ah! You are beyond redemption..."]

["No Immortal Root, no Special physique, no special soul..."]

[The Winged Person woman who was in charge of recording saved your life.]

Her words confused the Red-Robed Cardinal.

"Hawkeye's eyes show his qualifications are the highest, how could he be a nobody?"

"This colored light is his fortune, overshadowing the luster of his three fundamental qualities."

The Red-Robed Cardinal was even more confused.

"Someone with such high luck would be here? Could there be something wrong with the Winged God Stone?"

[This old man is quite self-aware.]

[He ended up on the Fortune Star, and was even captured by the Winged God Sect and assigned work—basically, hard labor. Do you really think he's lucky?]

How did you figure that out?

[You seem quite interested in this Winged God Stone; it has the same effect as your "Human Body Detector" entry!]

[It cannot detect the effect of the entry, so it displays your Immortal Root, which in the Human World is called Root Bone, is your initial state of having no Root Bone, not the Seventh-Grade Immortal Root High-Grade Bone Structure bone.]

If we could get our hands on this, it would be like having an extra entry field!

[We definitely can't act rashly right now; let's see how these Madman plan to deal with us.]

The Red-Robed Cardinal looked you up and down.

[You cleverly adopted the same state of numbness as the other villagers.]

[Dull-witted, trembling, standing awkwardly, numb and apathetic.]

[Your acting skills have been tested in five simulations, making you arguably the best in the Void Realm.]

However, this Red-Robed Cardinal was also very cautious.

["Although he doesn't seem like a threat, his exceptional luck is extraordinary; let's categorize him as someone who cannot atone for his sins!"]

[So you want me to die?]

[Your Cultivation Method has begun to activate; prepare for a desperate battle.]

[The White-Robed Priest who brought you here stepped forward and spoke to the Red-Robed Cardinal.]

"Bishop of Ningma, wait!"

"Priest Loku, what advice do you have for me?"

["Although Chen Dong has high luck, he is a nobody and cannot cultivate at all. Why not keep him around?"]

"This is not in accordance with doctrine."

"What if he really is a lucky person?"

"That's a funny thing to say. Since you think that way, why keep him around?"

["What I mean is, what if he really is a person with great luck? As long as he's under our noses, wouldn't his fortuitous opportunity be our fortuitous opportunity too?"]

These two people say things like that without any regard for others.

[This shows they completely disregard Human Race.]

[Priest Loku's words made Bishop Ningma nod repeatedly.]

"Priest Loku, you're a very bright person. So, where do you think he should work?"

"No. 1 Mine is under my people's control. I'll have my most trusted person keep an eye on it!"