The author goes off the rails from time to time, so read with caution. He transmigrated to another world after getting hit by a truck, right in the middle of a divine-and-demonic wager. Two groups of powerful beings were using billions of lives as stakes, and the tension had built to the point where only one final push was needed. Then he showed up. The gods called him the chosen one, the demons called him an unpredictable variable. Xie Junhua just wanted to ask: "Do you... deliver packages here?" ... The people of the other world were a little baffled. They were still studying dragon-slaying sword techniques and apocalyptic forbidden spells, while Xie Junhua was already having his harem use 410-millimeter naval guns to reason with people. Xie Junhua explained: "I'm a pretty laid-back guy. If I can talk it out, I won't resort to violence. But my wives have short tempers. They think fighting is uncivilized, so they use artillery instead. We call that 'saturating them with humanitarian care.'" As for the wager? Xie Junhua never planned to take part. He planned to flip the table. As he put it: There isn't a problem a 460-millimeter main gun can't solve. And if there is, just fire another salvo. The people of the other world lived happily ever after from then on. That's what Xie Junhua said, anyway. Those he'd shown the way of "love and justice" were either dead and unable to argue, or alive and applauding.
