Original God: Start with Qiuqiu, become stronger with food and beauties

"Damn Rosaline, she actually stole my credit!" He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

Thinking back on everything that had happened before, Sanbing was filled with rage. He had put so much thought and effort into completing the mission. But in the end, all his achievements were easily snatched away by Rosaline, who even stole the show in front of Her Majesty.

"She was the one who handed over the three Hearts of God. Now she is in the limelight, but I have nothing!" The soldier swung his fist suddenly and smashed it on the table next to him, causing the objects on the table to fall.

He scratched his hair in frustration, his pace quickening. "It's all Prince Hao's fault for getting in the way! If it weren't for him, how could I be in such a mess!" The scattered soldier's heart was filled with resentment.

He decided to go out and relax, so he walked on the street. He kicked a trash can out of frustration, and the trash can suddenly grew arms and legs, blocking his way.

The scattered soldier was startled at first, then glared at him angrily, "What the hell, dare to block my way!"

The trash can actually emitted a low humming sound, as if protesting his rude behavior. The soldier frowned and waved his hand impatiently, "Get out of my way!"

Instead of moving out of the way, the trash can moved forward a few steps, blocking the skirmisher's path. Its worn iron sheet now gleamed with a strange light, and its newly grown limbs looked strong and powerful.

The rage of the scattered soldier was completely ignited. "You are asking for death, I will tear you apart!" As he said that, he raised his fist and smashed it towards the trash can.

However, the trash can nimbly dodged the attack by moving sideways, and at the same time stretched out a foot to trip the soldier, who stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" Skirmisher steadied himself and attacked again. This time, he mobilized the elemental power within his body, and purple electricity danced on his hands.

The trash can seemed to sense the danger, and moved its hands and feet quickly, trying to dodge. But the skirmisher's attack was extremely fast, and a bolt of electricity hit the trash can's body.

There was only a crackling sound and the trash can shook a few times, but it still stood stubbornly in its place, with no intention of retreating.

The soldier's eyes widened, unable to believe that this trash can could withstand his elemental attack. His expression became even more ferocious, and he prepared to launch another, even more powerful attack.

At this moment, the trash can opened its "mouth" and made a vague sound: "Stop hitting me, I just want you to be responsible for your actions."

The soldier was stunned. He hadn't expected this strange trash can to speak. But he quickly came to his senses and said, "Responsible? You're such a weirdo!"

The trash can said, "You vent your emotions at will and destroy public property. Shouldn't you reflect on this?"

The soldier snorted coldly, "Don't teach me a lesson!" But for some reason, his attack stopped.

Trash Can's biceps flashed, and he kicked the soldier away. The soldier was extremely shocked that he couldn't dodge the attack of a trash can.

Perhaps the trash can's words touched his heart, or perhaps he felt it was too ridiculous to continue to entangle with a trash can.

Finally, the soldier glared at the trash can fiercely and turned away. The trash can looked at his receding figure, slowly retracted its hands and feet, and turned back into an ordinary trash can.

The soldier glared angrily at the strange trash can before him, his anger growing stronger. He never imagined that he would be blocked by a trash can just because he was just letting out some anger.

"You fool! Today I'll show you how powerful I am!" the soldier roared, once again mobilizing the elemental power within him. Purple electricity danced wildly around him like raging lightning snakes. He waved his hands, sending several bolts of lightning slamming into the trash can.

The trash can remained calm in the face of this swift lightning attack. It first flexed its biceps, instantly emitting a powerful aura. The lightning bolts seemed to be weakened by an invisible force as they approached it, and their power was greatly reduced when they hit it.

"Hmph, you're quite good at dodging!" The skirmisher snorted coldly, clasping his hands together and muttering something. As he chanted, a massive ball of lightning gradually formed in his hands. It flashed with dazzling light and crackled, sending a humming sound through the surrounding air.

The skirmisher hurled the lightning ball at the trash can, sending it hurtling away with destructive force. The trash can, however, remained calm, its arms folded across its chest, a proud gesture. The lightning ball collided with it, unleashing a burst of intense light and impact, yet the trash can remained motionless, as if the powerful attack had no effect on it at all.

The trash can made a low humming sound, as if mocking the skirmisher's incompetence.

"Damn it!" Trash Can's provocation infuriated the soldier. He waved his hands, and lightning rained down like a torrential rain. The entire street was illuminated by lightning, and the silhouette of Trash Can was faintly visible in the dazzling purple light.

The trash can showed no fear. Its nimble form moved effortlessly through the lightning. Suddenly, it lifted its foot and unleashed a powerful spinning kick, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. The skirmisher, unable to react, was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground in a cloud of dust.

The soldier quickly got up, his eyes filled with surprise and anger. "What the hell is this thing?" he thought to himself.

Trash Can didn't give him a chance to breathe. With a flap of its wings, it charged forward like a flash of lightning. Its hands transformed into sharp blades, slashing at the Skirmisher. Skirmisher quickly dodged, condensing a lightning blade in his hand and engaging Trash Can in close combat.

The sound of metal clashing resounded, sparks flying. Each collision unleashed a powerful surge of energy, sending surrounding buildings reeling under the impact. Soldiers and trash cans clashed fiercely, leaving the surrounding streets in ruins. Buildings collapsed, the ground cracked, as if after apocalyptic catastrophe.

The more the soldier fought, the more frightened he became. The strength of this trash can far exceeded his imagination. Not only was it powerful and agile, but its fighting skills were also very sophisticated.

The skirmisher seized the opportunity, raised his hands, and chanted an ancient and mysterious incantation. As the incantation continued, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder and lightning flashed. Thick bolts of lightning struck from the clouds and converged in the skirmisher's hands.

"Take it!" The soldier shouted and blasted the lightning power gathered in his hands towards the trash can with all his strength.

The attack was incredibly powerful, tearing space apart wherever the lightning passed. Trash Can felt threatened by this force, its eyes gleaming with determination. But it didn't flinch. Instead, it flexed its biceps once more, its aura rising again as it prepared to take the blow head-on.

The force of lightning collided with the trash can, creating a deafening roar. Light instantly engulfed everything, and the powerful impact distorted the surrounding air.

As the light gradually dissipated, the body of the trash can trembled slightly and some charred marks appeared on its body, but it still stood stubbornly.

The skirmisher was breathing heavily, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue, but his fighting spirit was still strong.

The trash can seemed completely enraged. Its body instantly grew to the size of a mountain, casting its shadow over the entire street. It suddenly launched a "serious punch," sending a whistling punch and unparalleled force.

The skirmisher had no time to dodge and was knocked back by the punch, crashing through several walls before he could barely stop.

He struggled to stand up from the rubble, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"No, this is not a solution." The soldier was anxious and decided to use his last trick.

He once again mobilized the remaining elemental power in his body, and the lightning light on his body shone to the extreme. He rushed towards the trash can like a purple meteor.

The lightning turned into countless sharp blades and shot towards the trash can.

The trash can fought back with all its might, using its hands and feet to knock down the incoming lightning blades one by one. However, some of the blades still hit its body, leaving charred holes on it.

The skirmisher took the opportunity to rush forward and engage in an even more intense melee with the trash can. His lightning blade collided with the trash can's blade, and every collision was like a star exploding.

The trash can's movements gradually became slower and slower, and the light on it became dimmer and dimmer.

The soldier thought he had won the battle, so he attacked with all his strength, hoping to deal a fatal blow to the trash can.

But unexpectedly, the trash can stood in place, with his arms folded across his chest, and actually resisted the attack of the skirmishers again.

The skirmisher's eyes widened in disbelief.

At this moment, the trash can suddenly launched an attack, another king kick. The soldier tried his best to resist, but was still kicked far away.

He landed heavily on the ground and tried to get up again, but found himself exhausted.

The trash can was pressing forward step by step, and the skirmisher could only barely support his body and prepare for the next round of attack from the trash can.

At this moment, the light on the trash can shone again, as if brewing an even more powerful attack...

The soldier gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were filled with fatigue yet a hint of indomitable will. He stared at the trash can, which was advancing relentlessly, with no sign of slowing down. A deep sense of despair welled up in his heart. But his inherent stubbornness and pride wouldn't allow him to surrender so easily. He gritted his teeth, bracing his nearly exhausted body, and once again exerted all his might to gather the power of the lightning element.

The trash can didn't give the soldier a moment to breathe. It suddenly leaped high, its massive body creating a surging, crushing force. It roared, swinging its fist, as heavy and powerful as a giant hammer, and brought it down with the force of thunder. The soldier's pupils suddenly constricted, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He used up almost every ounce of his strength, desperately trying to sidestep. With a deafening "bang," the trash can's fist slammed into the ground, instantly creating a bottomless, shockingly deep crater. Countless pieces of rubble shot out in all directions like a barrage of bullets.

"Damn it!" the skirmisher cursed furiously, his voice hoarse from sheer rage and exhaustion. The veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms, and a flicker of determination and desperate madness flashed in his eyes. He poured all the remaining lightning elemental power in his body, like a candle in the wind, into the faintly gleaming lightning blade in his hand without reservation. With his full power, the blade's light became dazzling again, like a last ray of light on the verge of extinction in the darkness, struggling to illuminate the entire world.

Seeing this, the trash can showed no fear. Instead, it brazenly displayed its terrifyingly massive biceps once again. Simultaneously, the surges of power within it grew ever more intense and terrifying, as if boundless energy surged within. It opened its mouth, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, and let out a deafening laugh, charging frantically towards the scattered soldiers. That laughter echoed relentlessly through the deserted, deadly streets, like the low moans of a demon from the depths of hell—unusually eerie, sinister, and terrifying.

The skirmisher gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding. His eyes were filled with a resolute, death-defying determination. He faced the trash can, charging at him like a ferocious beast, without a second thought. Just as the two were about to collide like a meteor, the trash can suddenly unleashed its astonishing fearlessness. Crossing its arms, it instantly emanated a powerful, dazzling shield so powerful it was impossible to look directly at. The light from the shield rippled like waves, like the world's most impenetrable fortress.

With all his hope and a last-ditch effort, the skirmisher's lightning blade slashed fiercely at the seemingly impenetrable shield, sending up a shower of sparks as dazzling yet heartbreaking as fireworks. However, no matter how desperately he strained, no matter how frantically he screamed, he could not break the formidable defense. The trash can seized this momentary opportunity, suddenly raising its powerful legs and delivering a lightning-fast kick to the skirmisher's unprotected abdomen. The skirmisher felt a surge of overwhelming force, and his body instantly flew uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut.

The skirmisher fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that obscured the sky. His body thudded with a dull thud, and every bone in his body felt as if it were about to break. His vision began to blur, his head buzzed with countless bees, and the world spun. He knew he might truly be defeated in this seemingly absurd yet incredibly cruel battle at the hands of this strange, yet hopelessly powerful, trash can.

However, just as his consciousness was about to sink into complete chaos and be swallowed by darkness, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning. He remembered the trash can's mysterious and special passive skill. If it hadn't proactively provoked trouble, it would have definitely won the battle.

"So that's how it is!" The soldier summoned up the last bit of his remaining strength, forced himself to cheer up, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "I kicked you first. I was wrong. This isn't how this fight should be!"

Upon hearing Sanbing's words of regret and apology, the Trash Can's ferocious movements suddenly paused, as if a pause button had been pressed. Its previously intense and steady light began to flicker, as if it were caught in deep hesitation and contemplation.

After a long moment, the trash can, once as massive as a mountain, gradually shrank, slowly returning to its normal size as when they first met. Its strange, complex eyes cast a deep glance at the soldier, a look that seemed to contain a multitude of unspoken emotions. Then, without a word, it silently turned and walked away with heavy steps.

Lying on the devastated ground, he watched the trash can disappear into the distance, a mixture of emotions woven together. This inexplicable, absurd battle had left him physically and mentally exhausted and scarred, and had also caused him to reflect more deeply on his impulsive, reckless, and reckless behavior.

The surrounding ruins were completely silent, deathly silent. Only the heavy, rapid breathing of the skirmishers, like the sound of a bellows, echoed lonely in the dead air, as if silently telling the helpless ending of this absurd and bizarre battle.