When I woke up, the world had loaded the most absurd patch in history.
Xiao Yan asked if I accepted deliveries of Heavenly Flames, while Luo Feng’s spaceship hovered over my residential compound.
Chen Ping’an grasped the sword dao in front of my barbecue stall, and Feng Baobao stared at my blueprints and said the melon was sweet.
As the only native of this world, I looked at the chaotic ceiling of the myriad realms before me and silently opened a hidden interface called [Concept Administrator].
Welcome, administrator of the new world. Update notice: survive, and write new rules for them.
