I am a century-old bastard. I am fortunate enough to receive the gift of God. I not only have a name, but also a human body. I am really grateful to God for my eighteen generations of ancestors.
But God asked me to save the world, but I just want to eat, drink, have fun and take advantage of beautiful women. What should I do?
Someone: It doesn't matter. You save the world, and I will save you.
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