"You even need AA for two cups of coffee. You deserve to be single for the rest of your life." Nine months ago, Gu Wanjun, an aloof bank employee, threw down a hundred-dollar bill and told me in public that I couldn't get off the stage.
Nine months later, the apocalyptic "Abyssal Web" invaded, and the world became a slaughterhouse of giant beasts. Status, money, and dignity are all inferior to half a moldy biscuit. When Gu Wanjun was pushed to the ground by the camp thugs in the heavy rain with her incomplete luggage in her arms, I appeared in front of her again riding a modified heavy machine and carrying a bloody broadsword.
The goddess collapsed and grabbed my trousers, crying heartbrokenly: "Lu Chen, I was wrong, please help me... Please help me!" I blew out a smoke ring and lowered my eyes to look at this arrogant goddess: "How will the money be calculated this time?"
Gu Wanjun gritted her teeth and got on my motorcycle. She originally thought that this was just a temporary measure to escape, but she didn't know that my stronghold was filled with military cans, and a seven-meter mecha capable of shredding behemoths was parked in my garage. In this cruel wasteland without magic, only steel and flesh. I am the only rule.
As for the goddess who once looked down on me? Snort!
"Shelters don't support idle people, so wash this pile of dirty clothes first!"
