I am the last god in this world. The stars were brilliant in ancient times. For thousands of years, the gods have been sleeping. Now there is only one useless Pixiu left to swindle in the world by writing books. Standing on the ever-flowing road, looking up at the city built by manpower, God standing in it is nothing more than that. When there is only one god left in the world, he often forgets that he is different from everyone else, and treats himself as one of the mortals. He goes out early to work and comes back late like a mortal, living hard and reluctantly.
Intention: I have seen the last god in this world