Strange things happen, the gods revive, and everyone competes to be the contractor. My girlfriend kicked me out of my job to climb a high branch, then turned around and made a contract with the god of trash. I was at the bottom of the school. In despair, I actually signed a contract with Nuwa, the source of myth and the supreme mother goddess! Obtain the [Divine Power of Creation], and everything can be fabricated! Lack of thugs? I have a team of heavenly soldiers and generals! Short of money to spend? I pinch a golden Pixiu! Lack of backing? Let me give you a hint... Wait a minute, Madam Nuwa, let me give you a hint and come out to control the situation by yourself. Can you take this job? !
