The aloof goddess walked through the laughing crowd, leaned over to pick up the torn number paper for him, and left a decent word of pity.
At that moment he understood that it was not favor, but charity.
But no one expected that when the first secret realm of rules arrived and all the magical powers of the geniuses in the audience failed, the only one who could finish the life-saving opera and walk out of the mountain of corpses alone was this "most useless" trash.
In the era of the resurrection of the gods, he relied on his ancestral craftsmanship that no one valued, and step by step, he reached the place where everyone looked up to him.
