From Palu as a Working Man to an Arms Dealer in the Heavens

We are both running around in the world. In the past, we couldn't help ourselves. Now we are walking towards the light, and we bear our own victory and defeat. It took me 10 seconds to make a choice. Escape from this world that is burdened by mortgages, jobs, and marriages, and embark on an unknown journey where life or death is uncertain and the consequences are at your own risk. Maybe I will regret it in the future, but at this moment, I am free. I descended on the stage where the devil and the brave fought, and danced with the abyss. Fortunately, my golden finger is pretty easy to use, and the support from the boss behind me is pretty strong. In the original world, I was a migrant worker who was squeezed to the point of numbness. After traveling through time, I became a sinister boss who exploited Palu, who worked as a migrant worker. Pallu: "I might just be a piece of code. But my friend, when you wake up, you are the real Pallu. "