In the post-apocalyptic wasteland world, I awakened the garbage collection system and barely made a living by picking up rags every day.
Until one day, I accidentally picked up a half-dead man with ancient runes carved on his chest: "Supreme God, Lord of the Wilderness."
On the night we treated him, all the statues of gods in the entire wasteland world were shattered, and all the major forces were chasing us crazily.
After the man woke up, he looked at his pursuers coldly: "You dare to touch my wife?"
The next second, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and all the gods surrendered.
But when he turned to look at me, his eyes were instantly gentle: "Daughter-in-law, it's time to go home and inherit the throne."
Only then did I realize that the man I picked up casually was the Lord of All Realms.
And I am actually the goddess of creation who died a hundred years ago.
