Also known as Capitalist Cyberpunk and I Kill Gods in a Lovecraftian World with Bugs
The compound interest formula grows a wall of soul-devouring teeth; an auditing angel’s quill erases cause and effect. Exploitation has become a Lovecraftian rule. Lin Yuan, a debt-ridden cultivator, owes ten trillion crystals of sanity and is forced to summon Earth’s players to fight a flesh factory. These “Fourth Calamity” players blast their way to star-gazing pie with bug-powered cannons, livestream short-selling mother-love futures, and forge Das Kapital into an electronic holy sword.
Three factions clash in a frenzy across two million words:
⚔️ **Capitalist Evil Gods**: Boardroom brats suck on black-oil pacifiers; fungal child-emperors play house with tax collection
⚔️ **Rebel Coalition**: A black hole in Lin Yuan’s left arm devours angelic gods; Zuan divine armor is covered in profane powers
⚔️ **Chaotic Rabble**: Couriers deliver ash-cakes along fungal threads; programmers’ corpses spew anti-tax date cakes
A high-energy storm engulfs the cybernetic hell:
• The first-generation corpses sing the binary strike anthem
• The Answering Machine God corrupts tax police with “Slacker Disco”
• The collapse of mother-love futures drives AIs to jump from buildings
The ultimate question thunders:
When happiness is faked by VR as a “happiness index,” and every wish requires a careful calculation of “birthday tax,” how will the rabble, who use cannons to unclog toilets, blast a crack in the abyss of capital and win paid vacation?
> “Storks across the universe: the strike begins!”
> As Lin Yuan cuts the chains of exploitation, his divinity dissolves into the fragrant aroma of sizzling fireworks pancakes.
