At first, they thought he was a scapegoat, a shoddy vessel for divine blood.
Later, they called him Shura, an uncontrollable biochemical mutant.
Finally, at the bottom of the crater of the nuclear explosion, on top of the shattered cloud-top fortress, the high-dimensional alien AI trembled and asked him what kind of monster it was.
Chen Mo looked at the kitchen knife used to chop green onions in his hand:
"I'm just a human who wants to get home on time to eat pork ribs noodles."
"It's you who insist on forcing me to draw the sword.
