The Fake Heiress Was Still Playing the Violin While I Was Already Slaying Gods

My wealthy parents looked down on me for being uneducated, saying that spending all my time at a junkyard meant I'd never amount to anything.

My scumbag fiancé thought I was poor and tacky, then turned around and bought the fake heiress a luxury yacht worth tens of millions.

I looked at the "Shang Dynasty bronze sacred tree" I'd just finished restoring and thought they were rather pitiful.

Because tomorrow, the world would end.

Outer gods were invading, and only relics imbued with the faith of history could stand against the fog.

And as it happened, I was the only person in all of China who could awaken the spirits dwelling in antiques.

After being kicked out of my house, I immediately called the nation's top-secret security bureau. "Hello, I've got a Terracotta Warrior here that I can bring back to life. Interested?"

That very afternoon, the air raid sirens sounded, and an armored vehicle drove right up to me.

I heard that later, the fake heiress played the violin in a refugee camp, trading songs for moldy bread.

Meanwhile, I was already stationed at headquarters, listening as the heroic spirits of emperors from a thousand years ago reported on the battle to me.