Wang Hao had no desire to be a tribal chief. He wanted to travel by car, enjoy himself with a computer, and cook with a microwave. If enemies showed up, he wanted to take them out with planes and tanks.
Fortunately, now that he had the System, his wish might actually come true.
“I’m really not a god, and it’s not an invulnerable celestial soldier. It’s just a stupid robot. It’s practiced the Sichuan-accented line, ‘Boss, tea or coffee?’ tens of thousands of times and still can’t get it right.”
“This isn’t a divine mount, just a mountain bike I brought out for fun. Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you? It doesn’t eat meat! Who stuffed meat into its gas tank this time?”
Now Wang Hao had a new wish. He wanted to see the bewildered looks on the faces of the stupid primitives in his territory when he puffed on a cigarette, drove a tank, and blew two greedy Titans away with a single cannon shot.
