Only one being in this world holds the title of the strongest.

That being is me.

Years ago, I stood alone—invincible, unstoppable.

Even the Infernal Dragon could do nothing but grovel in hysteria beneath my feet.

All demons and Dark Races fled at my approach. Kings of nations bowed their heads and stepped aside when I passed.

This power? All thanks to my luck—the one and only SS Rank Luck in existence.

Enemies trembled before me. Bai Yaoguang, the First Holy Paladin, once let out a fart inside his sealed armor during our duel and passed out from the stench.

Zhang Fengmang, the Shadow Assassin King who never missed a strike, sliced off his own fingers mid-flourish while showing off his blade against me.

I once declared war on an entire nation. Their king choked to death on wine while giving battle commands.

When the Infernal Dragon breathed fire at me in the forest, a sudden gale blew the flames straight back into her own face.

This wasn’t coincidence. Luck *is* strength. Blessed by heaven, I’d find Divine Artifacts on my way to buy breakfast. Gold sacks appeared at my doorstep while I slept. Gems hid inside cola bottles I bought.

Yes—I am the existence that makes the world tremble. My explosive luck seemed to drain everyone else’s. Anyone near me lost their fortune.

Yet no one shunned me. Fools still flocked to me, hailed me as a hero, placed me beside gods and celestial bodies.

But I noticed something: no matter how absurdly lucky I was, my love life was catastrophically barren. How? With this handsome face? This lavish villa? Why no women?

So I prayed to the heavens: *"I’ll trade my SS Rank Luck for an endless stream of beautiful girls!"*

I’ve regretted it ever since. I never said to downgrade it to F Rank! Was that really necessary?

Worse: the moment I meet a beautiful girl, I lose all magical power. I become utterly ordinary. Which only gets me captured and enslaved—again and again.

*This* is how I get love luck? I stood dumbfounded, a wild urge to punch the heavens surging through me.