My Super God Has Mutated

My super-god world has mutated, and so has the system. Forehead. . All kinds of weird things come one after another. "Ding! Get a piece of the Iron Old Woman's Personal Opie." "Ding! Get a roll of tissues for being single for forty years*." "Ding! Get a cheating phone." . . . . Looking at the items in the system's big green bag, Allen said I was helpless! I just want an ID card. Ps: Fake goods are perfect, variation is character. We create happiness with our heart and taste life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.