I Really Don't Want to Be the Son of God.

Son of Luck: "How dare a native kill me?" "I am a son of luck! I am destined to reach the pinnacle of life!" Chang Feng smiled contemptuously, "You are the one who will be killed!" "I won't kill you! How could I become the child of fate!" The Emperor of Heaven spreads fifty-four paths of luck to the human race. If you get them, they will be loved by heaven and earth and have extraordinary luck. Chang Feng, a child of luck who was deprived of his luck, had no choice but to embark on the path of a great villain. He stood on the moral high ground and called for the wind and rain, pressing the child of luck to the ground and rubbing it, regardless of whether the ground was smooth or not.