Killing God Starts with a Scrap Metal Sword

Shen Que spent ten yuan to dig out a rusty scrap iron sword from the scrapyard. There is no such thing in the official archives. The traceability of the artifact can be traced in four words: insufficient authority. He discovered a loophole in the rules: the main object could only be unsheathed once a day, and it would always be stacked up if it was not unsheathed. It takes 0.8 Tons to stack in one day, 5.6 Tons in seven days, and 75 tons in thirty days. But this sword is picky. It wants incense, attention, and thousands of eyes staring at it. If anyone looks at it, it will live; if no one looks at it, it will rot. My mother is lying in the intensive care unit, and the surgery fee of 84,000 yuan is due tomorrow. The prince of the building materials group had robbed him of his military exploits, the black market lender was trying to pull out his fucking oxygen tube, and the group of people who surrounded and killed his father ten years ago had already set their sights on this sword. From today on, for thirty days, I will not take it out of the sheath. On the thirty-first day, he went to split the city. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.