[The doomsday game arrives, and global announcements flood the screen. Except for mine.]
Everyone transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic game. From the start, each player gets ten treasure chests, and the entire server watches the unboxing live. When others pull divine gear, the whole world cheers. But every announcement about my rewards is blocked.
The world thinks I’m a good-for-nothing who got nothing but junk. The strongest player on the leaderboard even mocks me publicly, saying, “You’re worse than a dog that scavenges for leftovers.”
No one knows the truth: I’m bound to the Goddess of Luck System. Mythic equipment, unlimited resource cards, S-rank spirit pets… they’re all in my pocket.
When I kill the world boss in one hit with a lousy F-rank ring, the top-ranked player is still laughing, saying I just got lucky.
When the demonic tide arrives and players across the globe beg Dawn City for shelter, no one knows the city lord is that same “good-for-nothing.”
When the final villain attacks with an army of ten million demons, I lift the block, and global announcements instantly flood the screen:
“Player Zhang Yi has obtained 12,345 Mythic-grade pieces of equipment.”
“Player Zhang Yi has obtained 1 Supreme Godhead.”
“Player Zhang Yi has been enshrined by the Pantheon as… the Heavenly Emperor.”
Only then does the world understand: it wasn’t the announcements that were blocked, but mortal eyes from looking up at the gods.
(Play the pig to eat the tiger, hidden powerhouse, and a later war among the gods. The complete manuscript is ready, so dive in with confidence.)