My Players Are All the Fourth Natural Disasters

As the polished leader of a dilapidated sect, I turned the world into a game and recruited a group of players from the earth. They thought this was a hard-core online game for cultivating immortals, so they just rolled up their sleeves and got mad. Until one day, the strongest player pointed his sword at the sky: "How can this BOSS-exploded equipment be brought back to reality?" - I silently turned off the system prompt.