My name is Lin Xiaogua, and right now I'm completely baffled.
I woke up to find I'd transmigrated into the buggy beta test of the xianxia game I'd been furiously roasting.
Other people transmigrate and become either overpowered heroes or good-for-nothings who rise to greatness. But Lin Xiaogua was bound from the start to a [Slacker Cultivation System] with rainbow-colored, tacky visual effects and an attitude of "Do it if you want. If you don't, let's all go down together."
The very first novice quest made his vision go black: [Turn the Refining Elder's bonded immortal sword into a wooden chicken that can crow. Failure penalty: Get struck by five bolts of heavenly lightning (literally).]
Faced with this world where logic had collapsed, where you needed a driver's license to fly a sword, pills could talk and curse, and road signs pointing east meant you had to go west, Lin Xiaogua cried, then laughed.
This was right up his alley!
While his fellow disciples were dutifully absorbing spiritual energy, Lin Xiaogua used a map-clipping bug to glitch straight into the top floor of the sect's scripture library.
While the villainous senior brother swaggered around the dueling platform, Lin Xiaogua exploited an "infinite skill recovery" bug, making him twitch in place until he questioned his sanity.
When the icy-faced senior sister, the strongest fighter in the sect, cornered him at the scene of the crime, he realized that this top-tier powerhouse might secretly be a bit of a prankster.
And so the whole story went completely off the rails. Other people cultivated through talent. Lin Xiaogua cultivated through... console commands (which worked only sometimes)!
But as he kept "fixing" this ridiculous world, a bigger secret emerged: the server was about to crash, and this "human patch" of his was somehow the world's only hope for survival?
