Fortune on My Side: The Supreme God’s Suicide Plan

Someone came to buy a cheat. “Hey, buddy, how much for one order of cheats?” “Bald blade, bald blade.” “Holy crap, is the guy running this cheat shop a Hakimi?” “Take a look around. Where do you see any proper hitmen these days? These are all cheats from the old dynasty. You think they're cheap? I think they're cheap too.” “Fine, I'll take some firewood sticks and steel rounds, a big bottle of top-quality green potion, plus all your Gu worms, and drench the lot in thick radioactive juice.” “That'll cost you a lot of lives, bro.” “I know. And throw in a bowl of freshly made chicken soup.” The next day… Nangong Lan, sick at heart, Longs to die and go to the afterlife. A bullet through the head feels like a breeze, Poison down the throat tastes like candied fruit. The hanging rope snaps, and I land in a squat, I jump from a building, bounce three times on the ground. I chop with knives and axes, but my skin won't break, The King of Hell waves me away and won't take me in. I gaze at the sky and let two tears fall 【Damn it! I failed to die again.】