My Nemesis Is the Only Bug in the High-Dimensional Script

The martial arts master Gou Dafu, who could break stars with one punch and conquer a city with one kick, was chased eight streets with a frying pan by a thief who had no internal strength. My name is Feng Chen, and I specialize in dog walking. My unique skills are: using a modified firecracker to blow up the master's suit, using a hydraulic spring bed to bounce the master up to the ceiling, and then using a fly swatter coated with super glue to give the young master a "facial care." We thought it was just a game of cat and mouse. Until that day, he cut off one of my arms and blood spurted out - no black smoke, no resurrection. He froze on the spot: "Why... Isn't it funny anymore?" Above the sky, a huge eye slowly opened, trembling with pleasure. The absurdity of the whole city instantly faded into a bloody hell. Only then did we understand: What I stole was not the treasury of the plutocrats, but the "cheese" from the gods' table; What he pursues is not the stain in life, but the only "truth" in the script. Thus, the most unreliable alliance in history was born. The martial arts master threw away his alloy sword and picked up the pan I handed over. "Teach me," he said, grinning in a crazy arc, "how to use this shameless way..." "Kill God."