I Create All the Worlds in My Backyard

[Creation Farming Flow + Behind the Scenes + The Fourth Natural Disaster + No Female Protagonist] I am terminally ill, twenty-five years old, and I go back to my hometown to lie down and die. I had nothing to do, so I dug a hole in the back garden and threw some things into it. Throw in a few ants and they evolve into monsters. Throw in a few earthworms and they become ancient mythical beasts. Throw in an Earth player and he becomes the Lord of the Wilderness. Now my back garden is a mess - The witch clan and the demon clan are competing for territory, the saints want to join forces every day, and the players are engaged in the industrial revolution. They pray every day, asking for God's help. But the way of heaven is me. I just want to wait quietly for death. Can you guys stop for a while? What's even more outrageous is that yesterday a player climbed out and handed me a cigarette: "Brother, it's too rolled inside. Let me come out and rest for two days." Me:? ? ?