In the Terminal Stage of Terminal Illness, I Feed Gods Inside My Brain Tumor

The day I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, I inherited two items from my grandfather. One can create monsters, and the other can evolve civilization. The cost of using them is to burn the little life I have left. Until I discovered... Monster characteristics can be injected into the sandbox to give birth to shadow civilizations and mythical races! And the achievements of civilization can extract reality, allowing the monster army to learn divine arts, talisman technology, and immortal cultivation techniques! So—— The mirror raven I raised has become the "guiding raven" worshiped by the shadow civilization. The ascended sword fairy civilization in the sand table made me a god-killing flying sword with a backhand. When the remnants of the old gods tore the city apart, the high-dimensional observers initiated the world-destroying format... I was sitting on the roof of the shelter, with my right eye reflecting the doomsday beacon fire, and my left hand holding up the "Ark of All Realms" jointly built by the six major civilizations. At this moment, the countdown reaches zero. My options are: Sacrifice yourself and become the fuel of civilization? When the monsters I take in learn to practice, and when the civilization I create begins to soar - the entire universe becomes my sandbox experimental ground.