As the wilderness converges and the world twists, everyone is forced to survive in the wild. A Diao is just one of countless ordinary people. He has no System, no golden finger, and certainly no lucky-charm constitution. If you insist on calling him lucky, then sorry, it's just the kind of luck an ordinary person might stumble upon now and then. This world has a System for crafting, but A Diao has no blueprints, so making things by hand is perfectly normal.
In this book, the villains aren't villains. They're simply protagonists in the eyes of NPCs. And the protagonists aren't protagonists, just NPCs in the eyes of other protagonists. When you write about a Wolf King, sheep are just food. When you write about a Sheep King, wolves are the villains. When writing about a Wolf King, you'll surely let him eat a few sheep. But in reality, the sheep lower their heads and circle the wolf, pointing their horns at it. If the wolf dares to charge, it'll be like a tyrannosaurus crashing into a triceratops: two holes in its belly, none in its head, because its mind has gone completely blank! Three sheep can slaughter one wolf, one person can kill another, and a crowd can kill the protagonist! The many are the masters! The people are heaven! The Way is the people, virtue is the many!
