I Created the Myriad Worlds in My Backyard

[Creation and farming] [Mastermind behind the scenes] [Fourth Calamity] [No heroine]

I’m twenty-five, terminally ill, and back in my hometown to lie flat and wait for death.

With nothing better to do, I dug a pit in the backyard and tossed a few things in.

I threw in some ants, and they evolved into a demon tribe.

I threw in a few earthworms, and they became primordial divine beasts.

I tossed in a player from Earth, and he became the Lord of the Primordial World.

Now my backyard is a complete mess:

The Witch and Demon Tribes are fighting over territory, the Sages are constantly trying to merge with the Dao, and the players are starting an industrial revolution in there.

They pray every day, begging the Heavenly Dao to show itself.

But I’m the Heavenly Dao.

I just want to wait quietly for death. Can you all calm down for once?

And it gets even more ridiculous. Yesterday, a player climbed out and offered me a cigarette.

“Bro, it’s way too competitive in there. Let me take a couple of days off.”

Me: ???