When I was nine years old, after the enemy lured and killed 213 pig teammates with a piece of orange wave candy on the battlefield, my twin-ponytail aunt regretfully told my Thousand-Hand Aotian father:
My mental age is always stuck at 5 years old - I am mentally retarded.
My Thousand Hands Aotian father was dumbfounded and cried bitterly. He immediately gave up his ambition to unify the world and become the head of five villages, and decided to follow my mother to heaven as soon as possible to eat lunch.
I was so sad that I decided to fulfill his desperate last wish before he went to heaven.
Ten years later.
I succeeded in destroying the world.
I became the head of five villages.
Intention: We still have to fight
