At the engagement party, my fiancée hugged the 100-billion-dollar CEO and scolded me for being a stinky delivery boy, then threw a letter of termination in my face.
In the trash can, I found a shabby guy who claimed to be a god. He said that I had done a great job in rescuing the driver, and he insisted on passing on the secrets that I, the Supreme Lord, never told. A copper ring picked up by the roadside actually contained the lost alchemy technique of the Three Realms.
That night, I made a beauty pill and put it on the second-hand website. The next day, all the world's top 500 cosmetics giants exploded, and top Wall Street venture capitalists blocked the downstairs of my rental house and called me daddy. And the woman who broke off my engagement was kneeling on the ground begging me to give her one.
