(The God of Death Is Coming) We Have No Grudges, Don't Pursue Them

Brother, I'm just a maintenance worker! God, there is no justice! The humble migrant worker is being hunted by the God of Death! The plane in front of you stops for a moment. Your fault approval has been approved. Let me fix it before leaving! Go ahead, this damn sickle! I hide! I dodge! "Zila, zila." Don't stop me from repairing airplanes, ferris wheels, and heaters. . . . . "Complete!" He put the maintenance bag on his back and looked at the man holding the sickle in front of him, "Brother, I'm sorry for affecting your KPI. I'll hurry up next time and never see you again!" The man holding the scythe said, "Very well, you succeeded in getting my attention." Intention: As long as I cultivate fast enough, the God of Death will never complete his KPI