Zhao Qichi, the young master of Zhaona City, lives in a sophisticated lie. The intervals between raindrops here are constant, and mother's greetings are accurate every second. In order to tear off this layer of painting, he gouged out his left eye in public, breaking the system's "visual filter" with severe pain.
The collapsing world revealed its true appearance: on the surface it looked like a prosperous ancient world, but in its bones it was a squirming green code. The so-called "all beings" are just stacked discarded textures, and "the way of heaven" is just a cold algorithm program.
As the only "abnormal data", he was obliterated by the system and tried to be covered by countless "Long Aotian". But he doesn't cultivate immortality, he only cultivates "paradox".
He kept a logic-eating insect in his empty eye socket, holding a rusty boning knife, using loopholes in the rules as a sword to create logical traps that would crash the system. He tampered with weddings and weddings, favored and killed the son of luck, and tore apart the sweet pet painting style.
When he crossed the dimension and stood in front of the empty data center, he chuckled into the void:
"Don't forget it. This chapter, the pen is in my hand."
