Everyone was waiting for Ji Wu Jiu to die in the wasteland.
The Trash Lord, mentally retarded, was thrown away as trash by the empire. There were three shabby houses, with weeds half as tall as a man. Even the driver dared to spit on him.
Then he closed his eyes for three seconds.
When he opened it again, his eyes turned golden. "Put up the stove first." - The blacksmith's personality awakens.
The next day, a blacksmith shop appeared out of thin air in the wasteland.
Carpenter. Farmer. Military adviser. General. Scout. The ninety-nine personalities wake up one by one. In three months, the wasteland turned into a prosperous city. When a neighboring country invades, he splits his four personalities and commands four armies at the same time.
The enemy army was defeated. He stood under the commander's flag with bleeding from all his orifices, his lips moving.
"You are all here, why do I still feel like there is only one person?"
The imperial agent stood on the hill, looking at the smoke, blacksmith shop, farmland and fence below.
He rubbed his eyes.
The secret report was sent back to the imperial capital, with only one line: "He is the only one in the entire territory."
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Tags: #schizophrenia #DIhua # #TERRITORY MANAGEMENT #anti-routine
