Su Wan doesn't believe there are gods in this world.
If a god really upheld justice, why was she the one working overtime for thirty days straight, only to have less than a hundred yuan in savings? Why was her proposal stolen by a coworker, while a bald guy who took credit for her work got promoted?
Then the nine-yuan-ninety good-luck crystal she bought online burst into golden light, and a silver-haired, white-robed Star Lord in charge of fate appeared in her forty-square-meter rental apartment, vermilion mark between his brows: Lu Sishi.
A line of despairing text floated above her head: Faith: 5/100. No believers means immediate disintegration.
To sum up the situation: a righteous god fallen from the heavenly realm, forced to come to her home and live off her, with Su Wan as his only source of income.
Su Wan slaps her thigh. "So I'm the gods' exclusive client?"
Theme: Your existence will always have meaning
