My Reads on Fortune Are Spot-On, and the Bigwigs All Beg Me to Stop

My girlfriend thought I was poor, humiliated me in public, then turned around and hooked up with a rich second-generation heir whose head was wreathed in purple fortune.

She had no idea that when I was expelled from my sect and left to wander the streets, setting up a stall to tell fortunes, I awakened the Eye of Fortune, which could see through every kind of luck in the world!

The rich heir’s fortune is unstable?

I’ll snatch his opportunities!

A business tycoon has purple fortune rising in the east?

I’ll set him up to go bankrupt and devour his fortune!

From a fortune-teller trampled underfoot to the mastermind controlling the pulse of the city.

When all the powerful figures in the world kneel before me, trembling as they beg me to stop, I simply smile and say, “Sorry. No one can keep the fortune I’ve set my sights on.”