This book is also known as "Crime Capital Punk" and "I Rely on Bugs to Kill Gods in the Cronic World"
The formula of compound interest sprouts a wall of soul-eating teeth, and the quill of the auditing angel obliterates cause and effect—exploitation has become the rule. Indebted monk Lin Yuan owes 10 trillion sanity crystals and is forced to summon earth players to fight against the flesh and blood factory. This group of "fourth natural disasters" used BUG Italian cannons to blast out the star-gazing group, live-streamed shorting maternal love futures, and forged "Das Kapital" into an electronic holy sword.
The three forces clashed wildly in 2 million words:
⚔️ **The Evil God of Capital**: The giant baby of the director sucks on the black oil pacifier, and the mycelium child emperor plays house with taxes
⚔️ **Rebel Alliance**: The black hole in Lin Yuan's left arm swallowed an angel and turned into a god, and Zu'an's divine armor was engraved with curse words and power.
⚔️ **Chaos Diaomin**: Riders send ashes cakes along the mycelium, and programmers' remains erupt into anti-tax jujube cakes
A high-energy storm sweeps through cyber hell:
• The first generation of corpses sang the binary strike song
• Reply to the Mechanic God's use of "Smashing Disco" to corrupt the tax police
• The collapse of maternal love futures caused AI to jump off the building
The ultimate proposition roars:
When happiness is faked as a "happiness index" by VR, and when making a wish requires actuarial "birthday tax", how can those unscrupulous people who use Italian cannons to flush toilets create a crack in the abyss of capital for paid leave?
> "Storks of the Universe - Strike Begins!"
> When Lin Yuan cut off the chain of exploitation, his godhead was dissolving in the aroma of fireworks and pancakes.
