In the advanced stage of lung cancer, there are only three months left to live. In despair, Lin Mo saw words appearing above the heads of all things.
The fate of others, in my eyes, is a line of editable code.
Edit yourself at the beginning [late stage of lung cancer] → [immortality]!
From then on, I walked around the world and controlled the laws of all things.
The rich second generation has [good luck] on their head? I changed my backhand to [Tiansha Lone Star]!
Antique [tattered]? With one click, I turned it into a [national treasure]!
Is the life of a terminally ill rich man hanging by a thread? I will extend [Five Years of Yang Life] for him in exchange for hundreds of millions of wealth!
I thought it was a god-level support until I saw——
The entire city's entries are being replaced by a huge [? ? ? Slow pollution.
Someone edited [History] in an attempt to erase my existence.
Someone has tampered with [reality] and turned tall buildings into twisted monsters.
When the mastermind behind the scenes steals the entry of [Civilization], he wants to restart the world.
I stood on the ruins of the rules and edited the last entry.
[Current world state: Collapse] → [Edited to: I say, there must be light].
