I'm widely recognized as the greatest martial artist in Daxia, with a realm so profound no one can fathom it.
But nobody knows I'm severely socially anxious.
Before every fight, I have to spend half an hour psyching myself up: “Don't be nervous, you can do this... Fight, then run. No need to socialize...”
One day, a divine-level ferocious beast descended on the city.
Everyone was shouting, “Martial God! Save us!”
At home, I paced back and forth. “There are so many people outside... What if they ask for my autograph... Do I have to shake hands... Ah, this is terrifying...”
In the end, I put on a mask, sunglasses, and a hat, then went out fully disguised.
The whole thing was livestreamed.
“Look! The Martial God is here! What is he doing?!”
I stood in front of the beast for five minutes.
Because I was waiting for it to speak first.
I couldn't bring myself to start a conversation.
The beast: “...Are you going to fight or what?!”
Me: “You started it. You go first.”
The whole internet fell silent.
Then the beast flew into a rage and unleashed an apocalyptic attack.
I had no choice but to fight back, punching it straight into the planet's core.
The fight was over, and I tried to sneak away.
The reporters swarmed around me.
I died of embarrassment on the spot, blushing to my neck as I stammered, “P-please don't interview me... I want to go home...”
That night, the trending topics were: #ConfirmedTheMartialGodIsSociallyAnxious #HesSoCuteWhenHesShy
Later, otherworldly forces invaded, and myriad races descended.
Every race was searching for Daxia's guardian deity.
They searched every last corner.
Nobody knew that the young man locked in his room was practicing in front of a mirror: “Today I have to say ten sentences... One, two, three...”
Outside, gods and demons roared.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Hello, um... which of you wants to die first?”
