In his parents’ eyes, he’s a hopeless poop machine who does nothing but eat and shit. In his teachers’ eyes, he’s a “genius” who fails miserably in every area: academics, attitude, discipline, work, and sports. To his classmates, he’s a cowardly, stupid, obnoxious fatso. And yet, by a twist of fate, Jing Xuan, the boy everyone considers beyond saving, inherits the bloodline of an ancient shaman. From then on, he embarks on a path from useless loser to god, killing any god or Buddha who stands in his way and wielding power over all. He often boasts, “You can call me Fatty, but don’t put ‘dead’ in front of it, because Fatty can’t die!”
