The Forced Involution of Life of the Second Generation Ancestor

My father is the Supreme Being of the Immortal Realm, and I am the Great Master of the Tribulation Stage. I hold a small world in my hand and possess countless treasures of heaven and earth. It stands to reason that I should be high-spirited and sweep across the world, right? No, I just want to lie flat. Too bad God doesn't agree. On the day of my tribulation, a thunderbolt struck me to the earth. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a ten-square-meter rental house with a bank card balance of 300 yuan. There was a poster of a woman wearing little clothing on the wall, and half a bowl of expired instant noodles on the table. I looked down at my hands - no longer the hands that could crush stars, but the rough hands polished by moving bricks. I tried to use my spiritual power - my Dantian was empty, my meridians were blocked, and I was no longer even in the Qi refining period. The good news is that although my little world is shattered, there is still a fragment stuck in the palm of my hand, which can squeeze out a strand of spiritual energy as thin as a hair every day. The bad news is that with this little aura, you can't even kill a chicken. In order to survive, I served dishes at a Sichuan restaurant, earning a monthly salary of 4,500 yuan, including food and accommodation. I want to make money by making alchemy - I don't have a qualification certificate. I wanted to practice medicine and save people—without a license. I want to show people Feng Shui - people told me that this profession also requires verification. I am a powerful person in the tribulation stage, but I was forced to work in the kitchen serving dishes, cleaning tables, and getting scolded. But that's nothing. What breaks me the most is that every time I finally save enough money, find a place to live, and prepare to start a peaceful life, I always end up dying inexplicably.