Zhou Baiyu had figured it out.
The dark golden wine, all god-level buffs, were all crafted by gods.
Such as the meddling of the God of Death and Reincarnation, which had directly activated an 'invincibility' cheat for him.
Below that were the purple wines, blessings from Saints, where the effects of the wine were often much weaker.
Beneath those, the blue wines, blessed by the primogenitors, felt like misfortune attending on the back of bad luck.
This ability seemed of little significance.
Lin, puffing on her cigarette, said,
"Your luck is really bad. The place you're heading to harbors someone who's been hiding in the night, concealing their sharpness, waiting to be divinely enthroned some day."
"Little brother, your decisions across various times are actually interconnected."
"When you foil someone's conspiracy, you might just be fulfilling another's."