My name is Han Feng, an ordinary social beast.
But after traveling to 2125, I have countless new identities.
When I light the firewood.
They call me - "Modern Prometheus".
When I pick up my needle and thread.
They call me - "the living god in the field of miniature sculpture".
When I plant potatoes.
They call me - "the Creator who holds the authority over life."
(No, are you people in the future suffering from some serious illness?)
The iceberg goddess Ling Shuangyue looked at me with contempt at first: "Dirty primitive man."
Later, she hugged my legs and cried: "Feng~ Can you give me the last piece of braised pork?"
The central AI "Qiyuan" initially dismissed me: [Just a harmless atavistic sample.
Later, it mobilized global computing power to monitor me 24 hours a day: [Alert! Alarm! The high-risk chaos virus is cooking instant noodles! It is about to trigger an increase in global social entropy!
I'm really... Just an ordinary person who wants to eat well!
