Wearing It as a Plug-In, I Use the Emperor's Armor to Push the Western Fantasy

Question: How to play time travel without cheating? Answer: You can't play casually even if it's turned on. Time to stop. Ming Dao, sixteen years old, a game geek and a programmer. One day I clicked on an adventure game that no one was playing, and the cover contained four words: [Absolutely Real]. After entering, I died 10,086 times and couldn't even pass the novice mission. In anger, he opened Feng Ling Yueying. The magic talent is maxed out, the attributes are overflowing, and even the ultimate armor "Emperor" was forged out of code. "Little wolf cub, I'm here -" A purple-gold thunder struck down. When he opened his eyes again, he was wearing armor and a wolf was surrounding his face. "... It's sloppy." The novelty wears off quickly. This world has magic, a throne built of blood, and chains woven with silence. The nobles said: Magic only responds to noble blood, and fate only favors ancient surnames. Mingdao stood in the middle of the crowd. "The miner's son touches the veins - isn't that the magic of the earth? The blacksmith's daughter controls the fire - isn't that a contract with the elements?" "Bloodline is a shackle, awakening is burning. Under the magic net, all living beings are equal. Princes and dukes would rather have their own kind." No one told him that three hundred years ago, a "brave man" said the same thing. He set the rules for racial coexistence, separation of powers, and checks and balances, allowing mankind to see the rising sun for the first time. Three hundred years later, the rules are breaking down. The heirs sat in the imperial capital conference room and blamed each other - "When the brave man dies, you should be buried with him." "Then why didn't you go when the Four Saints went on an expedition?" In a small border town, a young man named Ming Dao was accepting commissions, saving silver coins, and was still in the dark.