[Dihualiu + Cthulhu + Management + Funny + A world where only the victims are injured]
Chenpi is sick, very sick.
Others' golden fingers are the invincible system, while his golden fingers are the body's random mutations every day.
When I woke up in the morning, my left hand turned into a roaring chain saw of flesh and blood, and I could only rely on heavy metal rock to cover up the noise;
After taking a nap, my legs turned into perpetual springs, and I was forced to dance in the 996 building and crush the capitalist rules;
When you sneeze, your spine becomes a 5G base station, burning the brain of the algorithm devil into paste along the network cable...
In order to suppress his body's rampage, Chen Pi was forced to run an "abnormal recycling shop", recycling indescribable weird garbage from all over the world to treat his illness.
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But in the eyes of Secret Service agents and the world, the painting style looks like this:
"He held a killing machine and physically saved a whole car of ghosts. That was mercy for the dead!"
"He ignored the law of cause and effect and stuffed the ancient god into the toilet bowl. That is contempt for divine authority!"
"He is the walking god on earth, the ultimate containment of chaos and order!"
Facing the crazy worship of believers, Chen Pi wore sunglasses (actually because his eyes turned into laser pointers) and trembled in this collapsed world:
"Stop bragging! I really just want to get some materials to cure my illness!!"
"That ancient god over there, don't run away. Lend me your thigh bone for a prosthetic limb!"
