My name is Xiao Cheng. I was born on Earth, and I was invincible from the very beginning.
When I was one, I blew up the moon.
When I was two, I spat at the sun, and it went out.
When I was three or four, I began spreading my faith across Earth, becoming a god in the hearts of mankind. People built temples for me.
When I was five, I sealed myself away and drifted through the cold, barren universe, hoping to find people like me with extraordinary abilities.
A thousand years later, someone dug me up.
And so, this fantasy world gained a godlike little boy.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
Why didn't people on earth die when the sun went out?
The sun is ruined! Can everything on earth still survive?
Is the introduction toxic? Who would be so bored that they seal themselves off?
If you fight, you fight with your pocket, and you keep writing useless words, which is a waste of money.
Countless years have passed, but my mentality is still the same as that of a otaku in the 21st century.
So, why is there plastic in the fantasy world?
After countless years, it still changes my mind! I am also speechless
About Chapter 3 of "The Fantasy God-Level Young Shota" written by Jian Shiqi. If you can fly, you must be a strong man (3/5. Please collect it and comment on the chapter.
The sun has gone out, who should be the gopher?
The most nonsense novel with boring plot