I'm so Poor That I Only Have My Fists Left

The ancient god of war chose a pauper. He just wants to pay the rent. My name is Lin Fan. I have been eating instant noodles for forty-seven days in a row, and this pack does not have a seasoning pack. I call this thing "Chi You" - the ancient war god, who has slept in my body for thousands of years, and gives me endless power when I wake up. The only problem is: the power gets stronger as it gets poorer. When he is too poor to eat, he can break a building with one punch. It's better to move bricks when you're full. Now, while I am working to pay the rent, I am being thrust into the battle of the gods, representing mankind in a life-and-death battle with the gods. The teammates are a group of unlucky people that no one wants: the hunted hybrid, the bankrupt rich girl, the homeless working dragon. I asked Yang Jian if he was paid for participating in the war, and he said no. Let's talk after that. The instant noodles are cold.