Gray spot syndrome broke out, the world went silent, and I became the most handsome boy in this apocalyptic wasteland. Because I discovered that my old-fashioned gas stove has become a god.
While others mutated and went crazy, I closed the door and used my stove eyes to refine Huang Jing and analyze all things. As soon as the front foot sent away the "good Samaritan" who used the life detector to check the water meter, the back foot flicked a wisp of gas to the neighbor sister who came to check.
They all thought I was a useless volunteer who only told bad jokes. It wasn't until the killers from the "Other Shore" organization kicked open the door of my house that I reluctantly turned on the gas switch.
"Brother," I grinned at the frightened killer, "Have you ever heard of a gas leak?"
When all forces are looking for the "key" to the end of the world, I put the dagger at the throat of the so-called "Heaven's Proud One" and pointed at the roaring fires behind me.
"My backstage is the entire city's gas pipelines."
