I’m Really Not the Creator God

Everyone in Wuyou City knew the end of the world was coming.

Their greatest wish was to see the ocean, the forests, the grasslands, and the mysterious, magnificent starry sky of legend before they died.

They had never lived in a world beneath a sky full of stars, so they often argued until their faces turned red and spit flew over what a single star looked like.

But Xia Yu never dared join in.

Because his spit really did turn into stars.