[Extraordinary Sequences] [Post-catastrophe wasteland] [Not invincible from the start] [No female lead]
A natural disaster strikes, and the world goes wild.
Is it a reshuffling of roles, or a plunge into the opposite extreme?
Chen Citian came from an era of civilization. In his previous life, he worked like an ox and a horse. In this life, he wants to live for himself.
In the wasteland, Chen Citian gains the power to trade anything for its equivalent.
“Above the ants, the tiniest speck of dust can be reborn. Beneath the gods, the vast sea of stars is no more than grains of sand.”
“In the eyes of the supreme one, whether you’re an emperor or an ant beneath his feet, everything is equal.”
“I want to make a deal with you!”
“You refuse?!”
“Then you don’t get to choose!”
“I want to make a... forced trade!”
[Trade Identity]
[Trade Wealth]
[Trade Circumstances]
“The divine throne? Hand it over!”
One day, Chen Citian sits high upon the heavenly throne.
He looks at the servants prostrating at his feet and the beauties fawning over him.
He can’t help feeling deeply bored.
What’s the point of becoming a god in the apocalypse?
If I’m going to do it, I’ll be a god in the civilized world.
I really want to see the fear on the faces of those trolls who spew filth online when they turn around and find me staring right behind them.
I miss the horror on the faces of those self-righteous experts who preach benevolence and morality when they realize everyone is watching them.
I miss the fury of those capitalists who claim to serve their country and its people... when they turn around and discover they’ve become the ones being worked like oxen.
How interesting. It’s just so interesting.
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