[Villain + Cunning + Data-Driven + Decisive and Ruthless + Surrounded by Beautiful Women]

Players across the server laughed at me for choosing the most useless crafting profession, Poison Master.

They don't know that my poison can corrode divine artifacts and kill gods.

When the extraordinary beings descended, millions of gods and demons pressed in, plunging everyone into despair.

I slowly climbed to the top of the city tower, facing the myriad gods in the sky, and simply raised the glass bottle in my hand:

"Oh? The gods you're talking about, are you referring to these things in my bottle... that are melting?"