I was reborn and became a "lamb to be slaughtered" in the dark orphanage industry chain.
Other people's golden fingers: Grandpa, system, invincible skills.
My golden fingers: a mean-mouthed mongoose and a socially fearful Void Stalker cub.
Demonic mushroom's daily life: "Boss! Digging in the soil is so boring! Do you want extra food tonight? Or I'll die for you!"
Furball Daily: Grunting hungry and trying to chew on rocks.
The dilemma of others: surrounded by powerful enemies, life and death are on the line.
My dilemma: Not only do I have to avoid Sister Baiqiehei's "Vivisection Package", I also need to prevent my pig teammate Lilian's "Intellectual Backstabbing", and I also have to appease the "cross talk show" that may start at any time.
Until I discovered that my soul had become a colander.
So, my daily routine became:
During the day: Digging hard under the nun's nose is actually a mental exercise.
Evening: Sneak into the legacy left by the "most obsessive-compulsive alchemist in history" (an earring version of the "bachelor apartment"), and while enduring the devil's mouthfuls, study "How to Elegently Destroy a Home with Fragments of Space Rules".
Now, the nun thinks I am a "high-risk experimental subject", the goblin merchant wants to "evaluate and auction" me, and the yandere teammates want to "sacrifice me to heaven".
I looked at my feet - the mushrooms were crying out for hunger, and the fur balls were chewing on my shoes.
Okay, let's show off, no more pretense.
It's time for these guys to see what "dimensionality reduction with a complaint function" means!
Intention: The sky is big and the earth is big, life is the biggest
