[A useless start + poisonous tongue system + the fourth natural disaster = this salvation style has collapsed!
Alien gods descended and sent "formatting" notices to all mankind. In desperation, the military dug me out of the space junkyard—an archaeological junk guy who just wanted to be trashed.
They expect me to be their savior? Laughing to death, I can't even support myself.
Until I casually typed a piece of code that caused the alien fleet to perform subject three at the entrance of the solar system. The poisonous tongue system that bound me was dumbfounded: [Use emoticons to win the interstellar war? Host, you are a real dog!
The military viewed me as a clown, and my enemies laughed at my antics. But soon, they stopped laughing.
I tampered with gravity to turn asteroid fields into a graveyard for enemy ships; I programmed viruses to turn harvesting programs into electronic huskies. When the Titan God's world-destroying fleet came to the city, I threw out an "Interstellar Minors Protection Act" with my backhand.
"According to Article 250 of the Space Law, you are suspected of illegal intrusion and are now surrounded by our emoticons."
The reborn female general finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Lin Shou, who are you?!"
I chewed on the energy bar, looked at the thousands of civilized fleets fighting for me in the star sea, and smiled lazily:
"Me? By accident, I became the fourth commander-in-chief of natural disasters who specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction."
Reading Guide
Main line: Decadent protagonist → Civilized commander, using "rule coding" to subvert cosmic war.
Style: Hard-core science fiction base, high-energy anti-routine throughout, and constant showmanship.
Emotional line: The reborn female general Sa Shuang x the genius commander Xianyu fight side by side and save each other.
