The heavenly pearl fell to the mortal world, and all the major cultivation sects immediately received inside information from their ancestors. They scrambled to search for the inheritor of the heavenly pearl, promising generous terms and recruiting them into their sects as soon as they were found—this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after all. These inheritors of the heavenly pearl were all destined to become immortals!

The news quickly reached the divine realm— the Angel of Fire, Metatron, with countless eyes, was an outstanding intelligence agent. When God received Metatron's report, He was already furious over the failure of this year's God-seeding plan. Upon hearing the news, He immediately smiled, a plan forming in His mind.

“Michael, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Go sabotage the Immortal Realm’s plan, and I’ll forgive your mistake.” Michael hurriedly replied, “Almighty Lord, what do you require your servant to do?” God said, “It’s simple. Easterners care most about saving face. You must make sure they lose all of it…”

Michael arrived in the East. After all, he was a god, far superior to the cultivators. With a brief inspection, he already knew the whereabouts of every heavenly pearl. So much time had passed, and out of the sixteen heavenly pearls, fifteen had already found their owners, who had all been taken in as disciples by the major cultivation sects. Only the last one remained.

“The mission God gave me is to make the Easterners lose face. What’s the best way to achieve that?” Michael walked down the street of a city in the East, watching the crowds around him, pondering in his heart.

“Ah! A hooligan!” A commotion broke out nearby, and Michael’s heart stirred: That’s it! Easterners are so prim and proper, but I’ll make a hooligan ascend to immortality instead. With all the beautiful women in the Immortal Realm, won’t that throw everything into chaos? Ha! Michael looked toward the source of the commotion. With his divine power, his gaze pierced through the crowd, and he saw a thin, gaunt man…

Volume One: A Turn of Fortune

Chapter One: The Lucky Ball

The environment David Walker grew up in—on the street, out of every ten people, three were small-time thugs. The university he graduated from was even more packed with lechers. Among them, David Walker was definitely an oddball. But then again, everyone is a youth of the new era—who can truly remain unmoved by temptation? Since even Confucius said, “Food and sex are basic human desires,” David Walker felt that fully expressing his “nature” wasn’t a bad thing. However, like many “youths of the new era,” he had the desire but not the guts.

It’s human nature to think about beautiful women; to actually act on those thoughts takes more than just nature—it takes a “wolfish” instinct.

Nature without wolfishness—that’s David Walker’s motto.

David Walker lacked that wolfishness, but ironically, in a city that seemed more like a harsh jungle, that trait was actually quite useful.

Because David Walker lacked this wolfishness, today marked his third time being unemployed within three months of graduating.

The blazing sun overhead made it hard for him to keep his eyes open. Raising his arm, David Walker shielded himself from the sunlight—today was supposed to be a good day. He woke up to bright sunshine and chirping sparrows—in the city, only such tenacious birds could survive for long. Today was his first day at his third job, but as soon as he stepped out, he bumped his forehead on the doorframe. With a big bump on his head, David Walker went to work, but from the very first day, he didn’t take to his middle-aged boss, whose hair was slicked back and who wore a stiff tie. The moment their eyes met, both could tell: they felt the same way about each other.

After making it through the morning, the confrontation erupted into open conflict in the afternoon. The usually timid David Walker suddenly exploded with astonishing wolfishness, roaring like a giant wolf and nearly tearing out his boss’s throat. As a result, he was thrown out of the building by security.

He wandered aimlessly down the street, the afternoon sun especially scorching.

Today was destined not to be a good day.

He walked the streets for two hours, drenched in sweat. It was the height of summer, and after two hours on the treeless streets at noon, David Walker was utterly exhausted. He looked up at the sun, felt a wave of dizziness, lowered his head, his body swaying. Reaching out for support, he unfortunately failed to grab anything solid—instead, his hand landed on something soft. Eager to steady himself, David Walker gripped the soft mound tightly—before he could see what it was, a crisp slap landed on his face, and suddenly he became a man full of wolfishness, brazenly displaying it in public—a hooligan.

Fleeing in panic, David Walker shook off several indignant young men in pursuit—these were true wolves. The woman whom David Walker had accidentally taken advantage of was stunningly beautiful, seductive as fire. Seeing such a lovely “cabbage” trampled by a “pig,” how could those wolfish young men not be “righteously indignant”?

Returning to his place—an urban village in X City, packed with residential buildings—David Walker was always reminded of a saying: land is like water in a sponge, squeeze and there’s always more. The little buildings, like Japanese pillboxes, were crammed in like toothpicks in a box, filling every gap. David Walker’s nest was just one of those toothpicks.