Lu Yuan knelt in the sect hall, still holding in his hand the fragment of the dagger that accidentally injured his mother three years ago. The elders said that he was a disaster star, abolished his cultivation, and expelled him from the mountain. He didn't explain. Because after that day, there was a black line on his palm - as long as he touched others, he could rob them of their luck. But every time he takes it away, a piece of memory is lost, and he can hardly even remember who he is. Until he picked up an amnesiac girl in a dark alley. The girl only knows one thing: "We must find the 'Deep Sea Memory Bank' and destroy it." The Deep Sea Memory Bank is a monopoly industry jointly created by the cultivation chaebols and sects - using memory transactions to tamper with personality and turn resisters into obedient people. Lu Yuan smiled for the first time. He must do what he promised even to the death. When the killer sent by the chaebol blocked him in the alley, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly took off the ring: "You can hit him if you want. Tell me first - how many times will your luck be enough for me to rob you?
