Good news, I have awakened my natal divine armor.
Bad news, it's a piece of junk that no one likes.
From then on, my painting style completely deviated.
Others went to "Gui Xu" to dig for "heart gold" after a narrow escape, but I drove a tractor to the scrap station to "hunt for treasure".
Result: After three months of digging, there was no hair. I dug out a fist-sized piece from the old engine.
Boss (ecstatic): "Silly boy, buy it quickly!"
While others study hard at the "Heart Bridge Control Theory" in college, I study "Mechanical Maintenance from Getting Started to Giving Up" every day.
Result: They were still struggling with the simulator in the "Concentration Realm", while I was already playing drift with alien species in the "Out of Body Realm" while driving the "Three Jumps" armor made of scrap metal.
Teacher (shocked): "You call this getting started?!"
