This Hero Is a Bit Cowardly

My name is Jia Bilian, and I am a waste. He doesn't know martial arts and has no background, so he survives today only by being thick-skinned. There are only eight words in life's creed: kneel without standing, run without fighting. Until that day, I picked up a copper coin. Fake. Had a bowl of wontons. Didn't pay. Encountered a secret martial arts deal. Killed by four men in black. I was finally saved by a foodie girl who could fight, but it turned out that the reason why she pestered me was because I casually said "I'll treat you to dinner another day" last month. For God's sake, can't you hear the polite words? ! What's even more terrible is that the number one fortune teller in the martial arts world left a prophecy before his death: "Those who are thicker than God can save the common people." Then the whole martial arts world went crazy. Everyone thinks that the person with a thicker skin than the corner of the city wall is me. I said I wasn't and they said I was modest. I said I was really good at it, but they said I kept it secret. I ran, and they said it was a sign of superiority. Now I am being hunted by the gangs of black and white, the imperial court, cults, and even a "savior-watching tour group" composed of a bald donkey. His teammate is a man who only cares about food and a noble lady who is falling apart every day. And an ancient remnant soul that pops up in my mind from time to time. Don't ask me what it feels like to save the world. I just want to live to finish my next meal.