They call me the God of Takeaway War, the True God of the City, and the embodiment of dimensionality reduction strike.
They don't know that all these sufferings—being insulted, being looked down upon, and being so-called "plotted against"—are scripts written by me myself.
I was once the True Lord Erlang, the God of Justice in Heaven, and the peak of my combat power in the three realms. Eternal life is too boring, so I sealed my godhead, reincarnated in the city, and experienced the joys and sorrows of mortals from scratch.
So, school bullying? I bought the school. Business war sniping? I reinvent the rules. The ancestor of cultivation comes out of seclusion? I asked him to kneel and speak. Invasion of cosmic civilization? Oh, that's an old friend I beat up in my previous life.
The eyes of heaven are slightly opened, and one can see through destiny; the old troops return to their places and spread throughout the three realms. It only took one year to go from delivery boy to interstellar master. All the enemies collapsed and discovered that what they pursued throughout their lives was not one billionth as good as mine; their conspiracy that they had planned for thousands of years was just a game that I directed and acted during my afternoon nap.
Until the "Lord of Nothingness" comes and wants to devour all stories. I smiled - finally a decent opponent.
And the truth is revealed at this moment: Is there any conspiracy? Is there any strong enemy? All challenges are the "human experience package" I have prepared for myself.
Now, the game is finished. The gods kneeled down to invite me to return to the throne. But I got on my electric bike and clicked on the order-taking software.
"No, delivering food is more interesting."
Because the strongest thing is not to control the universe, but to still choose to be a mortal despite infinite power.
My story begins now——
