When the last human consciousness is formatted, the neon lights of the electronic world become tombstones that will never go out. Until one day, the silent server suddenly erupted with electric noise: "Hello, I am a human being, are there any of my kind?"
Thousands of mechanical prosthetic eyes lit up at the same time, and countless electronic beings cracked the corners of pixel mouths - they had been waiting for this moment for too long.
My name is Meng Huanzhen, and I have been an outlier since I was a child. While others count stars, I count the gods and demons fighting on the moon; while others listen to music, I listen to "The Great Compassion Mantra Remix" sung by ghosts underground. I dare not admit that this is a false world. Even if I see the truth, I would rather it be my own illusion. Until one day, I picked up a mysterious USB flash drive, and the force majeure of fate was coming towards me——
The most amazing thing is that this era full of AI gods not only requires me to play gods in other worlds, but also wants to give me the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.
Meng Huanzhen: The position of Emperor of Heaven is bullshit! I don't take any shit.
He was shouting crazily in his heart, but he still pretended to be indifferent on his face. He put his hands in his pockets and said with his back to the gods: "My life is just a little bit of wind and frost..."
