Divine heroine × AI robot
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You are from the Nuwa tribe, a tribe of gods.
Your daily job is to eat, sleep and make clay figures
After you pinched 99999 clay figures
Natural disaster strikes
You and your clay figures game over together
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Good news, you are alive again.
Bad news, you're just an alter ego.
If the main personality wants to sit down, you can't stand up.
If your main personality is resting, you won't be able to jump.
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You were resurrected at the pinnacle of human technology.
In this era, destruction and civilization coexist.
Humanity has new beliefs, and you become the old god.
They are both gods, and other gods are respected, worshiped, and blessed with golden bodies.
But you can only pick up garbage in the dark and smelly ditch
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Your previous job was to make clay figures, but now you are making robots
Although the difference is a bit big, we are all human beings anyway -
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If you don't have the best materials, you can only make robots out of the trash you pick up.
The robot you made is not favored by everyone
In their eyes, you are just the lowest lowly citizen
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Last second,
Upper-class citizens: Do lower-class citizens also deserve to own robots?
Upper class citizen: How dare you call a pile of scrap metal a robot?
The next second, their robot will be blasted by you
Upper-class citizens: I have been honest, please let me go
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Guide:
Growth type heroine
Full text main second person
Purpose: Two hundred years of self-confidence in life
