I'm so Poor That I Only Have My Fists Left

The ancient god of war chose a pauper. He just wants to pay the rent. My name is Lin Fan. I have been eating instant noodles for forty-seven days in a row, and this pack does not have a seasoning pack. I call this thing "Chi You" - the ancient war god, who has slept in my body for thousands of years, and gives me endless power when I wake up. The only problem is: the power gets stronger as it gets poorer. When he is too poor to eat, he can break a building with one punch. It's better to move bricks when you're full. Now, while I am working to pay the rent, I am being thrust into the battle of the gods, representing mankind in a life-and-death battle with the gods. His teammates are a group of unlucky people that no one wants: a hunted hybrid, a bankrupt rich girl, and a homeless working dragon. I asked Yang Jian if he was paid for participating in the war, and he said no. Let's talk after that. The instant noodles are cold. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.