God said there should be light, so he launched a light pollution promotion.
God said that there must be love, so he opened a local chat room.
God said he wanted war, so he built a bloody arena.
Wood Crow looked at these gods who used the human world as a playground and took out his small notebook:
"The seventh avatar of the God of Light - Expired, deal with it."
"God of Plague Promotional Points—Expired, Seized."
"The house of love talk--it must be demolished if the dirt falls to pieces."
The gods were furious: "Ants! Do you know that we are -"
"I know." Lin Ya interrupted and wrote "EXPIRED" on their chests. "Expired products produced in batches should be processed in batches."
Process a few today and a few tomorrow.
After dealing with the small ones, go to deal with the big ones.
After dealing with the big one... I went to find my sister who was kidnapped by the gods three years ago.
I carry paintbrushes in my backpack and write down my list in my notebook.
This god has expired, and that god should also be thrown away.
As for those that haven't expired yet?
"There's no rush." Lin Ya counted the stars in the ruins, "When the shelf life is up, I'll come to your door."
