The old wooden stool had been with me for over a decade. The moment I sat down, a woman's muffled groan suddenly came from beneath me.
The next second, the stool was gone, and a girl in a green dress was sitting on the floor, blushing as she glared at me. “You've been sitting on me for over a decade. Couldn't you at least be a little gentler?”
Before I could react, the washing machine next door smashed through the wall and turned into a man-eating monster!
In a panic, I looked toward the old kitchen knife. The next second, it transformed into a cold-faced goddess of war, standing before me with the knife in hand. “Master, what would you like me to cut?”
Later, I discovered that:
The lock on my front door had become a lovesick girl who guarded the house and wouldn't let anyone in;
The mirror I'd used for three years had become an intelligence mastermind who could see through any disguise;
And the black umbrella that had sheltered me from the rain had become a mature beauty who could even block the gaze of the gods!
It turned out every old thing around me was one of my hidden enforcers!
Other people's abilities could destroy the world. Mine could turn old objects into beautiful goddesses of war!
What? The gods think we're just a show?
Sorry, but that viewing throne of yours is mine now.
