I traveled through time and became a loser in cultivating immortals, but I was bound to the fourth natural disaster system.
Since then, my sect painting style has changed:
The Refining Hall is mass-producing the "Flying Sword·AK47 Mixed Version", and the Alchemy Room is developing "Experience Bonus Milk Tea".
When the blood evil ancestor came with the power of annihilation, he saw that my millions of players were using infrastructure, strategies and resurrection coins to write "Ten Thousand Ways to Die for BOSS" for him.
He asked me tremblingly: "You... Who are you?"
I looked at the system background: "Maybe he is the only 'administrator' in this world?"
