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As a martial arts practitioner, I was forced to work part-time as a grievance collector. The tool is a roll of toilet paper which always makes me "believe in science". The female ghost in red wanted to kneel down when she saw it, and the Centennial Corpse King wanted to run away when he saw it. It wasn't until the evil bosses from all walks of life came together to find me that I saw the truth through the gaps in the paper: It turns out that what I received was not resentment, but the fragments of their godhead that were suppressed by "that person" back then. Now, they want to take it back. I unfolded the toilet paper silently, and new writing flashed on the back: "The ultimate plan is launched - use science to create a new god." Well, it seems that today I have to "physically persuade" to the end.

Others rely on talent to achieve immortality, while I rely on physics to achieve immortality. When the world of cultivation was still fighting over a single skill, I silently took out Fluid Mechanics. When the great powers comprehend the laws of heaven, I am calculating the critical pressure of spiritual power compression. I don't fight for opportunities, I don't worship famous teachers, I don't reveal my true identity. He only uses his vest to kill, and he never leaves anyone alive. The world of immortal cultivators thinks that I am a ruthless devil, an elusive cultivator, and a hermit who does not know the depth of things. They didn't know - I was just a physics graduate student who didn't want to be noticed. This journey to all realms is just for eternal life. As for reputation? Just give it to the vest.