"This is the petri dish of high-dimensional civilization, the garbage dump of the gods, and the residual warmth of the decay of one hundred thousand genes."
When Gu Changfeng woke up, there was only one permission left in the logical interface of the Black Square: [Summoning].
As a result, a group of lunatics calling themselves "players" came across dimensions.
They carried bricks, risked their lives, and engaged in internal strife in this restricted area, but in the midst of blood and ruins, they forcibly transformed an experimental site into a war fortress.
When the "cleaners" of high-dimensional civilization arrived and tried to erase this group of "data anomalies," they were greeted by tens of thousands of thugs with gene locks on and scarlet eyes.
"Director, is this the evolution you want?" Gu Changfeng stood on the top of the floating city, his fingers gently running across the logic code at the bottom of the world: "Now, it is our turn to format you."
Reader comments
The redundancy of female characters: Where did the notebook and pen come from? Recording points once can be said to be the principle of collection and distribution, and recording them later will be redundant. The yellow-haired characters and the psychology of the people are completely incomprehensible.
A1 article is inconsistent. Abandoned
The redundancy of female characters: Where did the notebook and pen come from? Recording points once can be said to be the principle of collection and distribution, and recording them later will be redundant. The yellow-haired characters and the psychology of the people are completely incomprehensible. A1 article is inconsistent. Abandoned