My name is Cen Qi, and I have been rated as [F-level waste: lack of empathy, team toxicity] by the Lord God.
While other players were struggling to survive in the horror dungeon, I was debugging the rules.
When the strong men used blood and magic to fight against gods and demons, I used mathematical formulas to destroy the core of the copy.
They regard me as a madman and fear me as a devil.
But I don't know that this so-called infinite terror is just a chess game full of loopholes in my eyes.
When the world-destroying weirdness comes, all players fall into despair.
I stepped out of the safe zone and extended an invitation to the indescribable:
"Hello, do you want to know about bug?"
[Warning: Player Cen Qi triggers a rule paradox! S-level dungeon is permanently closed!
[Warning: Abnormal data flow detected! The highest authority is being rewritten!
Now, the "god" who plays chess finally noticed me.
And my next move is - check.
Nice looking, well set up