My golden finger is not serious.
It doesn't teach me skills or give me treasures, it only teaches me how to "etch" the world.
Relying on it, I, a useless person with completely destroyed spiritual roots, thrived in the enemy's sect.
The talisman is wrong? I changed it casually and the efficiency doubled.
The formation is incomplete? I made some repairs and counterattacked the powerful enemy.
They all praised me as a rare genius and rushed to win over me.
Until one day, the black box whispered in my mind:
"Stop playing these little tricks... Do you want to modify the underlying code of Tiandao?"
