Others awaken superpowers: destroy the world and destroy the world, forcing everyone to be full.
I awakened my superpower: imagine Sun Wukong and conjure a glow stick. Imagine Thunder God and summon the square dance aunt BGM. **
My name is Chen Buhuang. My eighteenth birthday gift was my parents' "on-the-go trip" and a noodle shop that was on the verge of bankruptcy. I thought the lowest point in my life was nothing more than this, until I discovered——
The sister in white who floats over the soup pot late at night and orders food on credit is a "ghost" in the physical sense.
Achai, an amnesiac girl who was found lying next to the trash can and could eat three bowls of rice, could move her ears and said she smelled the "wall smell" of my soup pot.
The unfinished building opposite the door hears the sound of wedding bells every midnight, but I have been counting the fire escape stairs for eighteen years, and suddenly there is an extra level.
In order to survive (mainly because I don't want to be eaten down), I was forced to develop an ancestral craft: [Delusion Manifestation].
The effect is random, and the strength depends on fate.
I wanted to summon heavenly soldiers and generals, but ended up with a bunch of paper-cut figures that could sing "Good Luck Comes".
I tried to exorcise the evil spirits, but the ghosts were so moved that they cried and wanted to write me a five-star review.
