Standing on the rooftop of a half-finished skyscraper in the 10th of Ramadan City, Fang Yuan closed his eyes. He didn't look at the city with light; he looked at it with Causality. In a world of absolute order, "Luck" was simply a mathematical anomaly where the universe's constants shifted to favor one individual.
"Show me the anchors of this world," Fang Yuan whispered, his fractured Null-Logic vibrating.
Suddenly, the grey industrial landscape was overlaid with veins of shimmering gold. He saw them—three distinct pillars of light in this sector alone:
The Industrial Prodigy: A young engineer in a nearby tech-firm, possessing an "Unnatural Intuition." He was destined to "accidentally" discover a room-temperature superconductor within the next year, catapulting Earth into a new age.
The Hidden Heir: A street orphan in the city's slums who, unknown to him, carried the genetic key to a dormant "Global Defense System" left by a previous fallen Weaver.
The Political Rising Star: A cold, calculating woman in the capital whose "Persuasion" bordered on low-level hypnotic suggestion, destined to unite the region under one banner.
Fang Yuan's eyes snapped open, a thin trail of indigo smoke escaping his iris. He didn't feel admiration; he felt hunger.
"They are like fattened calves," Fang Yuan said to Lia, who was struggling to adjust to the heavy, polluted air of the city. "The universe is hoarding its remaining 'Order' within these three. If I consume their destiny, I won't just regain my Rank 2... I will rewrite the laws of this planet."
"But Master," Lia asked, looking at the distant lights. "If you kill the children of Fate, won't the planet itself reject us?"
"I am a Null-Overlord, Lia," Fang Yuan replied, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I don't kill the Fate. I subvert it. I will become their mentor, their benefactor, and their god. And when they reach their peak... I will harvest the fruit."
He turned his gaze toward the nearby industrial park where the "Industrial Prodigy" was currently working late in a laboratory.
"Step one: We find the boy. His 'Superconductor' is exactly the fuel I need to restart my Star-Core."