My Players Don't Believe I'm a God

Shen Lin opens his eyes with a wound deep enough to expose bone, and only three hundred points left in his account.

All right, he can still survive.

He stuffs the consciousness of players from another world into empty bodies. Five minutes later, five bare-chested men stand before him. "This game doesn't even give you starter gear?"

They think this place is a full-immersion online game. They call dying a loading screen and resurrection a thirty-second cooldown. He thinks of them as walking cash: forty points every time someone dies.

Five men grow into an army of two thousand, and a single bunker becomes a divine kingdom.

Later, they start wondering: is he saving us, or using us?

He has no intention of becoming a god. He just wants to survive, and to keep these people alive too.

Wasteland, Fourth Calamity, nation-building, ensemble cast, management, no female lead

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.