[Power fantasy, overwhelming domination, lighthearted comedy, ruthless and decisive, no dithering]
“Old man, you're pretty tough, huh?”
“With a casual wave of my hand, I'll turn you into dust in an instant. Are you really not afraid to die, boy?”
Lu An lowered his head slightly and pointed at his neck:
“Come on, hit me here.”
“You insignificant rascal, watch my Sun-Finger... Huh?”
The System crashed, and the world crashed along with it. I've become a bug for good. I don't need to cultivate or level up, and I can even make cultivation manuals by hand!
Doesn't that mean I have the power of a creator?
But good times never last. In the end, I still can't escape the fate of a wage slave.
