(Strange copywriting)
This world is very mysterious, and gods and humans do not get along well with each other.
Too many human beings are troubled, and divine light is always out of tune.
The collective crusade of (a bunch of) gods:
Shen Yi: Mortals are too troubled. The secrets of our gods are almost being unearthed by them.
Shen Er: Mortals are so capable of giving birth. They already have a population of 7 billion, but we are still stuck at less than a thousand.
Shen San: Mortals are too careless and dig their ancestral graves again. We have to take out the things we buried in them.
God 4: Mortals are so powerful and they have invented new toys. It's good to have brains.
Shenwu: Mortals are really stupid. A few of them took the bait last night.
Shenliu: I don't care about mortal affairs. I just want to know if last week's work diary has been released?
Shenqi: The work diary is not under my control. I want to know if the reincarnation person for next week has been chosen?
Kampachi: Uh... You are all right!
Shenjiu: I would like to ask weakly, is it my turn to schedule the next shift?
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(A bunch of) gods: I'm tired, I'm too tired. I really can't do this job anymore. How about you capture those defecting bastards, or we'll blow ourselves up next time. Let's figure it out...
Shenliu: Catch the bastard of God? Who's available?
A bunch of gods:…
Shenjiu: (said weakly) I seem to be free at the moment.
Shenliu: Well, it seems that no one is free, let's continue working! Give me your work log...
Intention: There are surprises everywhere in life, and gods are always sighing
