I, the one who conquers the disaster, the one who ends the global disaster, can't even hold an egg.
In the three years since the end of the world, I have single-handedly defeated hundreds of millions of aberrations and ended the end of the world with my own hands.
Then I ran away - taking the four-year-old girl I picked up, I hid in Tongzi Lane in the old city, pretending to be an ordinary migrant worker.
As a result, the first day of shopping for groceries was overturned: three boxes of eggs were crushed, an iron pot was crushed, and five fingerprints were left on the corridor handrail.
My four-year-old daughter put her hands on her hips and scolded me: "Dad, if you keep demolishing the house, we will have to sleep on the street!"
I thought keeping a low profile could lead to a stable life.
But someone refused to let me stop——
Traffic heroes are trying to gain my popularity, the hero association is monitoring me, and a thousand-year-old cult wants to sacrifice my daughter.
