[The end of the world + cultivation + social animal literature + anti-involution + Party A's nemesis + true evil cultivation + no holy mother + no time travel + no routines]
My name is Liu Bu, an ordinary UI designer. My daily routine is revising drafts, taking blame, and fantasizing about turning my boss into a pig.
Until that day, meteorites fell from the sky and zombies were rampant.
While others were busy running for their lives and evolving, I received a "stable iron rice bowl for life" and was forced to change my job to become an evil cultivator.
Others have awakened superpowers in the end of the world: controlling fire, controlling thunder, and being indestructible.
What Liu Bu awakened in the last days was: a protruding disc in his waist, and an ancient remnant soul that lived in his head and spoke very much like Party A.
Remnant Soul: "I will teach you the supreme Taoism, help you swallow the filth, and change your destiny against the will of heaven."
Liu Bu: "Is it covered by five insurances and one housing fund? Is there annual leave? Overtime work... Oh, does the practice time exceed the legal limit?"
Remnant Soul: "... I am your master!"
Liu Bu: "Okay boss! Please send me the required documents via email."
As a result, Liu Bu's apocalyptic painting style completely went off the rails:
Others kill zombies in order to survive, while others kill zombies in order to complete the daily odor transformation KPI."
Others collect supplies to survive, while he collects supplies to conduct "civilized and friendly business negotiations" with organizations from all parties. After all, if you are not civilized, I will help you become civilized.
Confronting former company bosses. Inner OS: "Will I turn into a corpse puppet later and work as an errand boy or as a security guard?
When faced with the officials who came to visit him and were mistaken for [Minister Liu], he skillfully said: "We are not saying we won't do anything about your matter, but we haven't said anything about how it will be done..."
