Does Anyone Really Think I’m a God?

Zhou Yi thinks all his customers are strange.

A venerable old man with an otherworldly air comes to beg for the word “wretched,”

while a breathtaking beauty asks him to grant her “death.”

People bid against one another at sky-high prices for his terrible calligraphy, written with his foot, and fight tooth and nail over the awful paintings he dreams up.

Seeing how much these adorable customers love his works, Zhou Yi once started to think his calligraphy surpassed Wang Xizhi's and his paintings outshone Wu Daozi's.

Could I really be the greatest genius in the world?