God, wake up. The noble and cool god in fluttering white clothes, standing under the neon lights, was very melancholy: What kind of world is this?
Facing ordinary people, hum: "Filthy things, retreat quickly!"
——One month later——
The pure and pure god in white clothes with long hair and an air of immortality rolled up his sleeves and slammed the keyboard, yelling: "F*ck! What a bunch of noobs have such shame! Believe it or not, I will crawl over along the network cable and slap you to death!"
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God has fallen
This is a story about a god entering a modern city, slapping himself in the face and begging for support.
