The Evil God Becomes Group Chat Admin, and Everyone Begs Me to Stop Talking

[Behind-the-scenes + character growth + chat group + the Myriad Worlds]

I’m Gu Jianghan, an ordinary college student who died saving someone.

I never dreamed that my transmigration cheat wouldn’t be a System or some old man, but me.

I am the ruler of the Old Ones!

Just as I was about to go mad under this boundless power and lose all my “humanity,” a miracle called the [Myriad Worlds Chat Group] crossed dimensions and sent me an invitation.

With great care, I did my best to suppress the mental power that could corrupt the entire chat group. I conjured more than a dozen tentacles and, like someone with Parkinson’s, tapped out a friendly greeting on the virtual keyboard:

[Lord of the Old Ones, Gu Jianghan]: Hello, I’m Gu Jianghan. May I ask where this is?

Then… nothing happened after that.

Three group members went into cardiac arrest on the spot, bleeding from every orifice, their souls on the verge of collapse. One was so overwhelmed that he even gouged out his own eyeballs.

From then on, the chat group’s atmosphere became impossibly bizarre.

The aloof, heaven-blessed beauty of the cultivation world spent every day analyzing the “Daoist resonance” hidden in my words.

The gravely wounded heir of another world treated every message I typed as both divine punishment and a blessing, trembling in fear.

And an alchemist from the age of declining magic, tied to a bed, came up with new ways to shower me with praise every day, crying, “Big shot, do you need a pendant for your leg?!”

As for me, the great Lord of the Old Ones, I could only maintain my mysterious divine image while silently shouting in my heart:

“Can someone tell me how to drink a Coke without destroying the world?”