Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The most bustling central commercial street in Jinghai City is teeming with people.

After last night's series of supernatural crises, the entire city seemed to have been reborn from the ruins. Citizens came out of their homes in droves, enjoying the long-awaited sunshine.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Su Fan strolled confidently down the middle of the street, his hands behind his back.

He was wearing a faded old T-shirt and a pair of plastic sandals he bought from a roadside stall.

By any measure, he is an ordinary young man struggling at the bottom of society.

But strangely, with every step he took, bizarre phenomena that defied probability occurred around him.

"Ouch!"

A wealthy woman walking in front of him suddenly exclaimed.

The strap of her Hermès bag, studded with diamonds, broke without warning.

The contents of the bag were scattered all over the ground, and one of the heavy, golden-yellow objects rolled onto the lid of a roadside trash can.

That was a limited edition pure gold windproof lighter that she had just taken from the antique shop.

Su Fan happened to walk up to it, and without even bending down, he reached out and grabbed the lighter firmly in his hand.

"Tsk, not bad luck."

Su Fan casually weighed the lighter in his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips.

He had no intention of returning the items to the wealthy woman who was busy picking up her lipsticks.

They didn't even bother to look back.

In his view, this is called "Heaven bestows it upon us; if we do not accept it, we will suffer the consequences."

The world's will has chosen him and intends to make him the new master of this land, so all the treasures and opportunities along the way should belong to him.

"Young man, that's my lighter!" The wealthy woman finally realized what was happening and screamed as she tried to rush over.

Su Fan sneered.

The moment the wealthy woman took her first step, a loose floor tile suddenly lifted up.

With a "click," the wealthy woman's slender high heel precisely wedged into the gap.

She stumbled forward due to inertia and fell flat on her face.

Su Fan continued walking slowly and deliberately, as if everything that had just happened was merely dust in the air.

"Mr. Su Fan, it seems your morning walk was quite fruitful."

A voice as cold and sharp as an Arctic glacier came from ahead without warning.

Su Fan stopped and looked up.

Directly in front of the commercial street, the originally crowded flow of people was forcibly separated by an invisible yet powerful force.

Lu Jingyan was dressed in a crisp black special forces uniform, with the director of the Administration Bureau's heavy overcoat draped over it.

His military tactical boots clattered heavily and rhythmically on the polished floor tiles.

Behind Lu Jingyan stood Zhao Tiezhu, fully armed and exuding a murderous aura.

And dozens of special operations team members carrying high-frequency jamming shields.

The air in the entire commercial street seemed to be instantly sucked away by the legal pressure emanating from Lu Jingyan.

"Oh, who do we have here?"

Seeing the scene before him, Su Fan not only didn't run away, but arrogantly stuffed the pure gold lighter into his pocket.

He tilted his head, his eyes revealing a deep arrogance born of extreme luck.

"Isn't this Director Lu, the 'Enforcer of the Three Realms' who's been all over the internet lately?"

"What, you even need to personally send officers to manage something like an ordinary citizen finding a lighter on the street?"

Su Fan chuckled and casually patted the outline of the gold brick in his pocket.

"Chief, I advise you not to waste your energy."

"I, Su Fan, was born with great fortune; Heaven is my own father."

"You want to arrest me? Have you even consulted God?"

Su Fan pointed to the azure sky above.

Although the giant hand from a higher dimension was shattered by Lu Jingyan, as a "patch" of his native plane, Su Fan could feel that the omnipresent world will was frantically pouring resources into him.

If he wanted to, he would be the center of logic in Jinghai City.

Lu Jingyan stood with one hand in his coat pocket, coldly looking down at this self-righteous "son".

The golden light of absolute rationality in his eyes spun rapidly.

In his view, Su Fan's probability index had turned so red it was almost black.

It was a distorted kind of luck that was extremely twisted and even constantly devouring the karma of those around it.

"Is God your real father?"

Lu Jingyan snorted coldly, a cruel yet rational mockery curling at the corner of his mouth.

"In China, even the laws of nature must abide by the Natural Resources Law and the Property Law."

"First, the lighter you just found is worth more than 50,000 yuan. The owner was right there. You refused to return it and kept it for yourself, which constitutes the crime of misappropriation."

"Secondly, over the past six months, you have used so-called 'luck' to illegally seize a large amount of unclaimed property, and are suspected of possessing a huge amount of unexplained wealth, with an exceptionally large amount involved."

Lu Jingyan strode forward, pressing closer with each step.

With each step he took, a golden light of order seemed to spread across the ground.

"Third, and most importantly."

Lu Jingyan stopped three meters away from Su Fan, his eyes like knives.

"Your behavior of profiting by interfering with probability and causing innocent citizens to frequently encounter accidents constitutes a serious crime of 'endangering public safety' in my assessment."

"Su Fan, you are not some chosen one of the planes."

"You are just the last illegal and prohibited plugin in this world that needs to be cleaned up."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan was not intimidated at all; instead, he burst into a wild, arrogant laugh.

The laughter made the shop windows in the surrounding area tremble slightly.

"Charge the case? Arrest? Physical cleanup?"

Su Fan laughed as he looked at Lu Jingyan as if he were a madman.

"Hey Lu, have you gone mad from arresting the system? Do you think you're the embodiment of the law?"

He arrogantly took two steps forward, deliberately closing the distance.

"Look at the soldiers around you, look at the guns in their hands."

Su Fan pointed at Zhao Tiezhu and the others' weapons, his tone filled with extreme contempt.

"I'm standing right here letting you grab me, do you dare touch me?"

"I am God's favorite, the center of this world!"

"Police? Ha!"

Su Fan suddenly spread his arms wide, his expression one of extreme madness.

"I bet your guns are out of bullets today."

"I bet your handcuffs will break the moment they touch me."

"I even bet that the moment you raise your hand, a shooting star will fall from the sky and smash you into a pulp."

Su Fan stared intently at Lu Jingyan, his eyes bloodshot from excessive excitement.

"Lu Jingyan, I'm incredibly lucky. Your guns are definitely unloaded, believe it or not?"

"If I want you dead, the odds of the entire planet will be on my side!"

Believe it or not, I'm definitely not the unlucky one today!

Standing behind Lu Jingyan, Zhao Tiezhu felt the veins on his temples almost burst from listening.

In his entire life, he had seen arrogant people and haughty people, but he had never seen anyone dare to talk about probability theory in front of hundreds of special police officers.

"Screw probability!"

Zhao Tiezhu, with his explosive temper, couldn't hold back. He shoved aside the riot shield and deftly drew his police pistol from his waist.

"I, Old Zhao, served in the army for ten years and fired five thousand rounds of ammunition, and I've never seen gunpowder fail to leave the barrel!"

"Boss, stop wasting your breath on this idiot, I'm going to blow the lightning rod off his head first!"

Zhao Tiezhu's tiger-like eyes widened, and his face, full of fat, trembled violently with rage.

His large, steady hands, which had been holding the Gatling gun for years, suddenly rose up.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the air one meter above Su Fan's head.

Zhao Tiezhu fired this shot as a warning.

He wanted to use the most primitive and hardcore physical sound to shatter this kid's arrogant daydream.

Su Fan stood opposite him, his face still bearing that strange, confident, crooked smile.

He didn't even blink, his posture as if he were facing not real guns and bullets, but a water-spraying toy gun.

He frantically called upon that unseen will in his heart:

"Father! Show me your power! Kill them!"

Lu Jingyan watched coldly and did not stop them.

He also wanted to see how much warmth of divine favor remained in this world that he had physically sealed and logically closed.

Zhao Tiezhu took a deep breath and decisively and forcefully pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Go to hell!"

Zhao Tiezhu let out a roar, concentrating all his explosive power in that instant.

however.

The deafening roar that was expected to shatter eardrums did not arrive as anticipated.

This bustling and extremely prosperous commercial street is filled with people.

There was only one abrupt, awkward, and faint metallic clanging sound.

"Click".

That was the sound of the firing pin hitting empty air.

Crisp, short, yet filled with a kind of malice that transcends dimensions.

This is a standard police pistol, precision-manufactured by the national arsenal, whose performance has just been checked countless times, and which is fully loaded with ammunition.

When faced with the provocation of this "chosen one".

It actually got ridiculously stuck.