Before a meteorite hit him, Lin Feng was a good-for-nothing who couldn’t catch a break in his job search.
When that purple star tore through the night sky, he became the only survivor of the meteor shower that struck the entire world
Every night, as he fell asleep, the [Life Simulator] carried him across countless worlds:
He had chewed on zombie bones in the apocalypse, worked as a sweeping boy in the immortal realm, and piloted a mech on an interstellar battlefield...
At first, he only wanted to use his “simulated life skills” to earn a little money:
Set up a stall frying rice with a master chef’s knife skills, livestream lifesaving with battlefield medical expertise. Then a rift opened in the Pacific, and a tide of corpses poured out...
As a third-tier zombie used psychic powers to launch a nuclear missile, Lin Feng smiled.
“What a coincidence. Last night, I spent ten years as a chief researcher in a bioweapon world.”
When gene serums dyed the Chinese flag red, and magic clashed with flying swords above New York,
a whisper came from beyond the stars: “An excellent breeding ground...”
Lin Feng tipped back the last of his immortal wine, Daoist patterns swirling around his fingers.
“I hear you want to burn my planet? What a coincidence. Last night, the Dao Ancestor just taught me... how to slay a saint!”
