I'm afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid of poverty. After being poor for more than 20 years, everything was destroyed by the monster. When the monster was about to crush me with one foot, I finally broke free from the mysterious seal in my body.
Since this worldly thing doesn't give you a way to survive, don't blame me for going crazy.
Cows and horses, I'm done with it.
Others kill weird monsters for immortality, but I treat myself as a takeaway, giving it to weird monsters for "money."
Others would kneel down when they saw God, but I felt that God was blocking the way, so I tore the Creator God apart with my bare hands and used His godhead as a takeout box to trample on.
It's just... Who, your takeout has arrived, please give me a five-star review and sign for it, your death date.
