Travel through another world, summon a silicon-based race, and start with three rusty robots.
Others used magic to level the mountain, while Lin Qi was drawing gear drawings.
When the orc lord laughed at "iron lumps are useless", Lin Qi's crossbow arrow had penetrated his throat.
But the real enemy is not the lord or the monster, but the "creator" of this world.
The earth's veins are about to collapse, the void erosion is counting down, and the ancient AI is smiling and waiting for harvest.
Allies ask, "How long can we survive?"
Lin Qi inspected the newly assembled fusion core without raising his head:
"Enough for us to build a ship and get out of this damn place."
This is the way for silicon-based civilization to survive in the magical world, and it is also an engineer's crazy plan to try to dismantle the god's chessboard.
