Cold-faced, adorable child-form evil god, villain-in-training x low-energy transmigrated dragon-like protagonist, the only savior
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"I don't have any other family."
"I paid by card on the bus. Why was I made to get off?"
"Humans aged sixty-five need to use a senior card. I'm sixty-five thousand years old, so of course I need one too."
The social worker smiled and clapped. "Wow, baby, you can count all the way to sixty-five thousand! That's amazing!"
Wearing a wizard's robe, Shi Lu sat solemnly on a tall swivel chair at the police station. His two little legs, sticking out from beneath his shorts, were stretched straight, but his toes still couldn't reach the floor.
He'd woken up to find his lair occupied. That was fine; he could just buy another one... But why was the human world completely different from how it had been when he went to sleep?
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Two major incidents had recently taken place at the National Supernatural Ability Monitoring Department.
First, an evil god summoning circle had appeared in a certain area. All signs indicated that the spell had succeeded, but the evil god said to be capable of destroying the world was nowhere to be found.
Second, Qi Xianliu, the strongest agent in human history, had disappeared while investigating. The only thing he managed to send back was a brief message: "SSS."
An S-level threat meant a national disaster. A 2S-level threat meant a continental disaster.
At 3S, the whole of human society was on the brink of collapse.
Placing the two reports side by side, the head of the Supernatural Ability Monitoring Department said gravely, "Prepare to meet the enemy, no matter the cost."
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Three months later, Shi Lu trudged over hills and across rivers on his two skinny legs, then stopped outside a cluster of buildings in an urban village and turned around.
"Qi Xianliu, this is the lair you recommended so highly?"
Cutting-edge? Classy? Understated luxury with an air of sophistication?
The strongest human agent, who looked no older than twelve or thirteen, was silent for two seconds. "...Technology changes by the day. Give it some time."
"How long?"
"...About five hundred years."
Shi Lu's dark eyes didn't move. "You'll raise me to death. Just let me go."
Three months ago, Qi Xianliu would have been only too happy to oblige.
But now, he only gave a sunny smile. "You're a child. Don't go talking about dying."
The evil god: ?
Between the two of them, they were sixty-five thousand and ninety-six years old. Why were they pretending to be so young?
Theme: Responsible care
