The Urban Divine Master

Lin Fan gazed up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and sighed. He was finally sure of it: a dog had screwed him over.

Looking at this world, devoid of even a trace of spiritual energy, and thinking of the old man who kept beating him up, Lin Fan felt an urge to die.

But could he die?

He could!

Would the Earth keep turning without him?

It would!

Wait... Who's answering me?

Lin Fan looked behind him. When he saw a little dog with snow-white fur, his anger shot through the roof. He roared:

"You damn dog, prepare to die!"