Chen Ping let out a long breath, feeling that the thick dark clouds that had been pressing down on him were quietly dispersing somewhat.
This world is in disarray, with rituals and music collapsing, and order merely existing in name. Many people disregard righteousness and morality, acknowledging only the supremacy of strength.
Therefore, I shall quickly become strong, set rules, and save the people from misery and suffering...
This is truly a grand fortune.
"Saving one person, how does it compare to saving a city? Saving a city, how does it compare to saving the world?"
Chen Ping was now very clear on the mechanism of obtaining fortune.
It truly concerns creation and destruction, vitality and death.
Protecting the living beings of the world is fortune.
Thus, those who engage in destruction, aim to obliterate life, and enslave living beings, are all enemies.
