[Apocalypse + golden finger + farming novel] Nearly thirty and with nothing to show for it, Ye Yun spends his days either being superstitious or playing games. But he’s famous for having the worst luck, and his friends and family often tease him that even the immortals can’t save his luck. So Ye Yun never dared dream that a golden finger would come his way, let alone one this powerful. Nie Shuang smiles: “That’s me.” Ye Yun: “???” Oh, right, right, right… (There will be some game-related descriptions, but most of them are made up. It’s fine if you’ve never played the game, and if you have, please don’t take it too seriously~)
Nice. A little clear water