Heavy Artillery Cruise: Start with an S-Level Rare Profession

Are you dressed in gold, high-spirited, dominating the world, looking invincible? I can fly and hit you beyond visual range. You have a high position of authority, and you have an army of hundreds of thousands of players who obey your orders. How dare you not disobey? The heavy artillery spits out like the end of the world. The more enemies there are, the stronger my confidence in victory becomes! You have hundreds of millions of fans and huge appeal, and no one can help but respect you. So how many pieces of gold equipment and how many divisions do you have? If you get angry, I will kill you to level zero on live broadcast. You are born a European emperor, the system favors you, the world takes care of you, auspiciousness comes from the sky, and you have good luck. I don't have such a good character, but I am best at tearing apart other people's seemingly gorgeous coats. Wearing a glaze shock armor, xenon kinetic energy boots on my feet, a devil-style individual rocket launcher in my hand, and a hurricane cloak shrouding my figure in nothingness. Standing quietly in the sky, looking down, everything is like ants. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.