You Call This a Module? This Is the World

Chen Yan spent seven years picking up rags in the sea of ​​nothingness. Everyone picks up shiny stones, rattling bones, and warm pieces of iron. Everyone calls him "picking up junk." Until he picked up a fragment of memory the size of a fingernail. A long-dead man in the fragments smiled at him: "You are the 7421st Chaos Phase. The first seven thousand four hundred and twenty were all dead. " From that day on, his reiatsu began to deteriorate. Others have compiled modules that are as big as a palm and will collapse in ten days. The first thing he made up was laughed at: "Isn't this just a broken rock that has been crushed? " He pressed the "broken stone" onto the floor of the debris boat. The whole boat stopped rocking, the gaps were filled, and the planks grew together. "You call this a module? This is the world. " Later, he compiled a module that would grow on his own and ate up half of other people's territory. The first living module weaved has no shape and only one eye. That eye glanced at the enemy, and the enemy's array collapsed. The whole sea of nothingness is asking the same question. He said the same thing every time. By the end, he had weaved the first foundations of a new world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.