My name is Lu Changran, and I deliver food.
His left leg is lame, his right lung is rotten, his Qi and blood value is 0.6, And he can't even defeat a mutated mouse.
The only sister suffers from aura crystal disease, has no money to buy medicine, and is waiting to die.
The bastard of the chaebol stepped on my face and said, "You are a piece of trash, you are not even worthy of shining my shoes."
What they don't know is that I have a piece of iron in my chest.
That's what my parents left behind, and it's called the furnace.
It can eat people.
I ate the first warrior and broke a finger.
I ate the second one and lost one eye.
After eating the third one, my legs became useless and I had to replace them with iron legs.
The chaebol said that I became a demon by cannibalism and wanted to kill me.
The refugees at the bottom knelt and called me "God" and asked me to save them.
I am neither a god nor a devil.
I'm just a cripple who's dying.
But before I die—
I'm going to blow up the Star Dome Conglomerate's building.
Twist off executive officer Chen Ting's head.
Pull all the "gods" around the world who rely on spiritual energy back into the mud.
Stop fucking flying.
Come rot on the ground with me.
