The Saint's Corpse could bless all owners it recognized, granting them a power known as "happiness."
That was right.
Not luck.
Happiness.
Luck was the means to happiness; happiness was the ultimate result people longed for.
Funny Valentine stood within that happiness, standing in the crack of the wall of light.
The earth, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and forests all crowded around him like the most loyal of children.
Anything unfavorable to him simply could not come near.
As long as Funny Valentine hid within the crack in the wall of light, every attack against him would be cast far away, randomly selecting a lucky audience member somewhere in the world to die on the spot.
Though he could not understand why Diego called himself Lin Qing, how the two people before him had returned from the dead, or how they had mastered the power of Spin, but...
"I don't care."
Funny Valentine withdrew the hand that had been struck by the stone ball. Another flash of light passed over it, randomly transferring the injury on his hand elsewhere.
In a factory thousands of kilometers away, a worker was accidentally dragged into a machine and died.
"Diego—"
"It's Lin Qing."
"Fine, Lin Qing."
Funny Valentine's gaze was calm and proud:
"People are born equal, except for me, who exists in absolute happiness. Some are born leaders, while others are born commoners.
"Limited resources and limited happiness should be held by leaders, by those with talent. Only then can they be put to their greatest use, allowing the nation to remain peaceful and prosperous."
"Step back, Lin Qing."
"This is the last chance I will give you."
"I have already shown you the power you face. If you dare take another step forward, I will consider you 'sacrificial trials' on the