Wen Bufan, who had no ambitions, died suddenly on an ordinary afternoon.
Good news: He didn't die, he traveled through time.
Bad news: no golden fingers.
Recently he got another good news: eighteen years late, Goldfinger is still here.
Even worse news: Goldfinger wants him to fight the sky.
Wen Bufan blinked and looked dull: Huh? Me?
Doesn't it mean that if the sky falls, the taller one should hold it up first?
Goldfinger was unmoved and challenged him to his first mission.
No matter the cost, kill the taller one first.
Intention: Even though we are as small as dust, we will do our best to protect the world.