On the day of the sequence test, I was blown away. As a result, a "0" popped up on the instrument screen. They laughed at me as Brother Tianli—my only ability is to crack the sky with laughter.
A year later, a wave of ghosts besieged the city.
I used a steel pipe to knock the C-level ghost king down to his knees in the middle of the playground.
There are seven more voices in my head:
"I am Xing Tian, and with a little bit of your strength, I can kill ghosts like dogs."
"I, Chi You, lend me your bones and smash its head."
"Gonggong is here, the water is here - wait, where do you live? Why do seven people live in one room?"
Only then did I discover——
They are not my plug-ins.
They are my prisoners.
But when I used my magical power for the first time, the system popped up a prompt:
[Divine pollution: +1%]
[Humanity integrity: -1%]
Every time I use it, I get further away from "humanity". For every inch God squeezes into my body, I lose an inch of humanity. Seven gods, seven parts of humanity. The day it runs out. What will I become? #Prison#urbansuperpower#waste counterattack#shuangwen
