A Person Who Is Infinitely Close to His Idol. His Idol Is Called Wukong.

I was laid off at the age of 35 and was pushed to the point of collapse by PUA. A bowl of soy milk made me awaken to the inheritance of Sun Wukong! The fiery eye can see through the dark fog of people's hearts and predict disasters. Grinding soy milk is practice, and keeping one's original mind is magical power. Workplace oppression? Capital brainwashing? Are ultra-processed foods harmful to you? I set up a network of observers, used soy milk as a sword and brooms as soldiers to cut through the fog and suppress illusions! The Tathagata has granted me the title of Victory Buddha, and I only wish to grind soybean milk in the human world. I grind soy milk in the human world, and the Tathagata calls me Sun Wukong!