Wang Chen finally stopped.
By then, his fortune had grown threefold.
Before absorbing their luck, the fortune surrounding him had been modest at best, roughly the size of a large basketball. Now, however, it had expanded tremendously.
It was as large as a small refrigerator.
And far brighter.
The golden radiance surrounding him was almost blinding.
The changes were immediate.
They could be felt in real time.
The most obvious transformation was the connection between Wang Chen and the heavens outside.
Previously, that connection had always felt distant and strained, as though the world itself rejected his existence. A subtle but persistent pressure had constantly followed him.
Now…
That resistance had weakened significantly.
The heavens no longer seemed so hostile.
The chances of him suddenly encountering heavenly tribulations or inexplicable disasters had dropped drastically.
But that was not the only change.
