My name is Lin Xian, a low-level gangster who relies on deceit and abduction to get by. Being blocked by the landlord is a daily thing, and eating instant noodles is considered a new year.
Until that day, something called "Shenqi Chat Group" was forcibly bound to my mobile phone.
The group is full of people in the late stages of chuunibyou - "Urban Soldier King", "Business Godfather", "Immortal Sword Immortal", "Hacker God"... Each one's name is more bluffing than the other.
I thought I was in a group of mentally ill people until I discovered:
That "urban soldier king" is really a retired special forces soldier, but now he works as a security guard in a community, and his battery car was stolen.
That "Business Godfather" is really the future billionaire CEO, but he has just been dumped by his girlfriend and is crying next door to me.
That "God of Hackers" is really a genius who can hack into any system, but now he is so fearful that he doesn't even dare to accept takeaways.
They haven't grown up yet, but I know what they will become.
So I made a decision that went against my ancestors - to package myself as an omniscient "divinely inspired prophet".
"Are you there? I, the Enlightened One, am here to make money."
I thought I was fooling a group of future big guys, until I discovered that there was something wrong with this group itself.
There is an encrypted code hidden in the group announcement. There are criteria for selecting group members that I don't know about. There is a bigger pusher behind the group tasks.
What's even more outrageous is that I seem to be a "divine enlightenment".
A hapless guy chosen to prevent the end of the world.
And my cheap dad, who has been missing for twenty years, is standing in front of the doomsday switch, waiting for me.
"Son, you are finally here."
