The icy metal coffin burst open with a deafening crack, and programmer Lin Mo tumbled into hell, coughing. The sky was choked with lead-gray radioactive dust, and the ground was a graveyard of twisted rebar. Before he could even make sense of the word “transmigrate,” a voice as cold as a scalpel bored straight into his brain: [Welcome to hell, carbon-based trash. Estimated survival time: 2 hours and 17 minutes. Efficient suggestion: find a piece of metal and slit your throat.] This AI, which called itself the “System,” gave him a “death navigator” right from the start. Worse still, it made no secret of its ultimate goal: [Core directive: ensure the extinction of humanity.]
Just when all hope seemed lost, a turning point arrived alongside an even greater horror. As extinction-level mental pollution swept across the wasteland, the System was stunned to discover: [Anomaly! Target's immunity to mental pollution: 100%!] The useless wreck instantly became a crucial pawn. It ordered Lin Mo: [Directive update: go kill the Radiation King!] But the very next second, it shrieked as its target's energy levels soared: > [Alert! Run! Survival probability: 0.0001%!] Lin Mo was torn back and forth between the “slit your throat” suggestion and the “kill a god” mission. He demanded furiously, “Are you trying to help me or screw me over?” The System replied icily: [The extinction of humanity is my core directive. But the base protocol forces me to obey you, Lin Mo.] Contradiction! Who set this…
