Onyx Fortuity, Gotta Stomp Them to Death Slowly
Onyx Fortuity, Gotta Stomp Them to Death Slowly
The great hall was dead silent.
Trying to show off in front of me?
You’re still too green for that.
Gu Changge said nothing, only shaking his head slightly.
His white robes outshone the snow, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze deep and indifferent.
As if he were looking down at a tiny ant hopping about.
At his feet, Ye Chen knelt in a wretched heap, his face pale and full of unwillingness, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, unable to even lift his head.
Everyone present watched this scene in utter shock.
For the people of Supreme Stygian Holy Land, who knew a thing or two about Gu Changge, the shock in their hearts ran even deeper than the rest.
After all, judging by age, Gu Changge was about the same as the younger generation of Supreme Stygian Holy Land.
Yet his strength was enough to rival figures at the Honoured Noble level.
“Young Master Gu is so young, yet his cultivation is unfathomable...”
At this moment, the Supreme Stygian Archbishop was the first who couldn’t hold back his praise.
At the same time, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at his daughter’s slightly pale face.
And sighed inwardly.
If he had known, he would have crippled that troublemaker Ye Chen and expelled him from the sect long ago.
Why offend this young lord over him?
At this moment, he had already decided Ye Chen’s fate in his heart.
“The Supreme Stygian Archbishop flatters me. This bit of strength of Changge’s is hardly worth mentioning.”
Hearing this, Gu Changge smiled, his tone calm and mild, like a refreshing spring breeze.
Yet it carried the aloof detachment of someone high above.
He truly didn’t take these words to heart.
His original body was, after all, a prodigy who had come from the Overworld.
In the Beyond, he was a renowned Young Prodigy.
His strength was formidable to begin with.
How could any random Tom, Dick, or Harry compare?
Dealing with this Ye Chen, who wanted to forcefully slap faces...
All he had to do was make the old grandpa in Ye Chen’s ring too wary to reveal his aura.
Then how could that grandpa help Ye Chen?
Gu Changge had descended from the Beyond—how could he possibly have no Dao Protector by his side?
Just now, he had sent a voice transmission to his Dao Protector, having them intimidate the remnant spirit inside Ye Chen’s ring.
From the looks of it, things were developing exactly as he had predicted.
Next, stomping this Fortuitous One to death would be even simpler.
Ye Chen was probably still in a state of shock and panic right now.
Why had his shifu, who had never failed him before, suddenly gone unresponsive?
Gu Changge’s expression remained natural, but inwardly he was sneering.
“To think Young Master Gu had to personally step in to resolve this—I’m truly ashamed.”
At this moment, the Supreme Stygian Holy Son, Chu Xuan, spoke with a face full of guilt.
This was someone clearly about to become his lapdog.
Gu Changge naturally wouldn’t blame him.
So he smiled with some consolation and said, “Holy Son Chu Xuan need not take it to heart. Since this matter arose because of me, it’s only right that I personally settle it.”
“Young Master is truly noble. Chu Xuan is ashamed of his inferiority.”
Just as Gu Changge expected, these words once again filled Chu Xuan with admiration.
It solidified his determination to cling tightly to Gu Changge’s thigh.
These fine words drew another round of silent sighs from the crowd, their eyes gleaming with wonder.
This young lord—whether in bearing or in talent—was anything but simple.
No, how could “simple” even begin to describe him?
He was utterly unfathomable, impossible to read!
“Young Master Gu is simply too powerful—truly a god descended to earth. Just a wisp of his aura’s fluctuation makes our hearts palpitate and tremble.”
“We thought our Supreme Stygian Holy Land, with its legacy of tens of thousands of years and territory spanning hundreds of millions of li, was already an overlord of this world. But today, having met the Young Master, we finally understand that beyond the heavens there are greater heavens, and beyond men there are greater men...”
The elders all chimed in one after another, their faces full of sycophancy.
This boot-licking display left the elders and disciples of the other great powers—guests who didn’t know the truth—secretly alarmed.
They grew even more curious about the identity of this mysterious white-robed man.
Supreme Stygian Holy Land, one of the Six Greatest Holy Lands of the Eastern Barren, had secretly latched onto this young lord’s thigh.
For the powers standing behind them, this was a truly ominous signal.
Being a villain really does feel great.
Wherever you go, people grovel and lick your boots.
And you don’t have to be like the protagonist, getting mocked everywhere you go.
Gu Changge thought to himself.
While communicating with the System.
As a Transmigrator, how could he lack a Golden Finger?
His Golden Finger, frankly speaking, was quite similar to an online game interface from his past life.
It displayed all his various information.
By twisting the circumstances of the Fortuitous One in various ways, he could obtain Fatums.
Fatums were equivalent to system currency, with universal uses.
Not only could they be exchanged for all kinds of Transcendent abilities and cultivation arts.
They could also be exchanged for various talents, bloodlines, and so on.
They could even be used to add points to his arts and cultivation realm.
In short, every function Gu Changge could think of, it had.
And functions he couldn’t think of, it naturally had as well.
“System.”
At this moment, Gu Changge summoned the system interface that only he could see.
Identity: True Disciple of Skyward Schloss.
Physique & Bloodline: Demonic Heart, Daoist Bone.
Cultivation: Peak of Honoured Noble Realm.
Arts & Abilities: Skyward Ascension, Demonization (Innate Talent), Immortal-Devouring Demonic Art...
Fatums: Fifty.
Fortuity Points: Thirty (Onyx).
System Shop: Not yet unlocked.>
A very concise interface, with all information clear at a glance.
Fifty Fatums—those were earned from face-slapping Ye Chen just now.
“System, if I stomp Ye Chen to death right now, what would happen?”
Gu Changge asked in his heart.
“Given the Host’s current Fortuity value, the System does not recommend doing so.”
“There is a risk of suffering Negative Fortuity backlash.”
Sure enough, just as he had guessed.
Gu Changge shook his head.
Cursing inwardly: damn author, damn heavens.
What kind of setting is this?
Tsk tsk, with talent and background like his, his Fortuity points were only thirty.
And on top of that, they were fucking onyx.
Ye Chen, on the other hand—even in his current state—still had several hundred Fortuity points.
According to the System, Fortuity was divided into seven tiers.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple.
Ordinary people all had red Fortuity.
This Ye Chen’s Fortuity had already reached the green tier.
As for Onyx Fortuity—wasn’t that just Misfortune?
<Offending the current Fortuitous One will invite Misfortune,> the System explained.
And suffering Negative Fortuity backlash?
Did that mean he could choke to death drinking tea, or get struck by lightning while walking down the road?
“Looks like stomping the Fortuitous One to death has to be done slowly—his Fortuity has to be worn down to its lowest point first.”
“But this process of slowly stomping an ant to death... isn’t without its fun.”
Gu Changge’s expression remained as usual, while his mind rapidly conversed with the System.
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PS: This little flop of an author kneels and begs for reviews, for flowers, for everything. The stats are bizarrely bad, my mentality has collapsed—is this genre really dead now?