You know those magnetic frying spatulas, right? I use mine to make pancakes.
Qin Fen spends ten billion on an attack helicopter, but I can make it surrender just by playing a song on my old phone.
Is Su Molin using TW-8 fungus poison because he’s afraid I’ll hold him accountable, or because he wants to leave himself a way out?
Did Shennong’s Cauldron seal the Fungus King for three thousand years because it feared my return, or because it wanted me to have something to pickle?
I flip the frozen fungus slime with my spatula, then bring the spatulas together and trigger a magma blast.
If I’m not the wildcard, then who is?
Know why the Abyss Organization is holed up at its Siberian base?
Because I need the place to ferment my sauce in an old crock!
From the moment I picked up my spatula, the rhythm has been in the palm of my hand.
When I first awakened, even the central bank’s black card transferred thirty billion in pocket money to me.
I only just managed to stuff it in my pocket.
Fungus slime? Not even a dog wants to touch that stuff!
