Transmigrating into a Game World: The Fourth Calamity of a Dogshit Game Designer

- I'm terrible at writing blurbs.

Qin Luo: I'm both the savior you all talk about and a **.

Everyone: Sir, whatever you say goes. (Behaving as obediently as can be.)

Qin Luo casually pulls out a beginner's broadsword, tweaks it with his golden finger, then hands it to someone nearby who's trembling with fear. He shoves the poor guy toward the battlefield:

Take this supreme divine weapon and go chop that bastard down.

Clutching the weapon in his hands, which shimmers with dazzling light and grants him boundless power, the man charges onto the battlefield and swings it with all his might at the legendary god.

The sky clears, the rain stops. The god who had seemed invincible just moments ago is dead.

Looking back, he sees Qin Luo standing behind him, right where he was, taking out one beginner's broadsword after another, tinkering with each one before handing it to someone else.

At the farthest reaches of deep space, countless terrifying monsters fill the boundless starry sky...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.