"I sold half my life to treat my mother's cyberpsychosis, but what I signed was an agreement to eat people."
While everyone was immersed in a virtual paradise, what Jiang Lin saw was a crawling hell of data.
Advertising barrier? There is only blood red on his retina [cognitive pollution concentration 97%]
Data monsters tearing players apart? In his eyes, it's just a walking bug report.
When the system forced him to join the cleanup protocol, the pop-up window turned into scarlet fangs:
"Erase the source of pollution, or it may become a new focus."
Jiang Lin smiled and lit a cigarette.
"Okay... But you have to let me break this cannibalistic agreement first."
——Later, when Gao Wei was tremblingly deleting his administrator rights, Jiang Lin was nailing his core code into a carnation on the bedside of his mother's mental illness.
