Paranormal or Sandbox? The Doctor Says I'm Terminally Ill

With terminal cancer, he became the “god” of his own world.

A negative force spreads its corruption, plunging the world into fear.

While everyone else fights desperately to survive, he focuses on “developing” in earnest.

The rules are wrong, and everyone is helpless. Then the Fourth Calamity arrives to save the world.

When even the players can no longer turn things around, he calmly opens his palm. A gray-blue star slowly floats and spins above it.

“Your rules make me sick.”

“So why don’t we play by mine?”