Sorry, I Am a Child of Luck

Reborn into a fantasy world where movement can move mountains and seas, heaven and earth, Chen Yanyan has neither a golden finger nor a showmanship system, but as a man who tries his luck based on his strength and a son of luck, isn't it delicious? When he was one year old, he stepped on a piece of scrap metal. The great elder said that it was the Nine Heavens Xuan Sword. When I was two years old, I gnawed a big radish. The second elder said it was a pith-washing fruit. When he was three years old, he was forced to run away. The third elder said that this was the holy beast Qilin. . . . . . The Son of God canonized, stars will fall from the sky, and holy beasts will bless him. Don't compare luck with me, I'm sorry, I am a child of luck. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.