Everyone Has a System, So Why Is Mine Artificial?

[Light Comedy, Wild Ideas, Cunning Protagonist, Power Fantasy, Infinite Flow, Horror and Suspense]

“In the near future, the God of Survivors, who slew Buddhas and demons, will glare down at the world. Two suns will share the sky, and a sea of blood will descend.

That day will mark the destruction of planet SBRLD7484602151.

Only one chosen person will survive.”

Before the 151st Human Week of the year 4602, this prophecy of doom was still a thoroughly unconvincing doomsday rumor.

After all, there was clearly only one sun in the sky.

That is, until Fan Shi stepped out of a capsule hotel and looked up.

Two blood-red suns hung high in the heavens, gazing down at the world like the furious eyes of gods...

“Welcome, honored guests, to the cemetery of the survivors.

Please fasten your gun belts, bring along your personal organs, and hold tight to your lives.

Next round: Death.”