I became the 58th generation descendant appointed by the King of Shit. It was only because the manure truck exploded and collapsed half a month ago. This was not the worst. I met my senior brother, the 16th generation successor of the King of Shit. I asked him where the dozens of descendants in the middle were. He smiled fondly and said, "I smashed them all to death with shit." Me: "???????"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
