The Laws of Fortune Trading

What he has isn’t the money to rival a nation. It’s his finely honed survival skills as a walking disaster, and a big heart that says, “Well, it can’t get any worse.”

“Don’t talk to me about fate,” Lin Jue said, dodging a flowerpot falling from the sky as he expertly put a safety on the misfortune core in his hand. “I decide what happens to me... probably.” In an age when luck could be bought and sold and good fortune could be topped up, Lin Jue was an officially certified top-tier jinx.

He worked as an “artifact disposal specialist” for the Heavenly Fortune Administration, handling cursed objects that could kill you on the spot for drinking water that was too cold. His colleagues relied on lucky charms to stay alive. He relied on being too stubborn to die.

Then one day, while dealing with the most powerful “causality bomb” in history, he stumbled upon a shocking conspiracy: someone was trying to establish a “luck monopoly agreement,” siphoning all the world’s good fortune to build a utopia of absolute luck... for themselves, of course.

The remaining billions would be condemned to absolute misfortune for all eternity.

The only one who had discovered the truth, and the person least likely to succeed in the entire world, Lin Jue was forced to go from an office worker who just wanted to clock out on time to a part-time savior.

His weapon? Not world-destroying powers, nor wealth