This is an era when the whole world plays battle royale, an era when a virtual world rules the real one. People everywhere fight with all they've got in Destiny, just to earn points and grow stronger, because fists are the only absolute truth!
Nie Feng, who transmigrated here, is astonished to discover that the Second World, revered by everyone as a work of the gods, is actually a game he designed himself.
He is Destiny's chief designer!
He knows every map, every class, and every way to play...
"Kakarot can't beat Vegeta? Move aside, I'll teach you how to play!"
"The Nu Gundam can't beat the Hulk? Watch this, I'll teach you how to pilot it!"
"What? You say my King is a trash class with no burst skills? Pull out her ahoge and try again, then slap yourself twice!"
I'm Nie Feng, Destiny's designer!
A thrilling battle-royale fanfic with carefully crafted worldbuilding and a fresh premise. Come and give it a try!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Newcomers should pay attention to the author, the old eunuch.
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