(Uncanny cultivation + wild imagination + suspense + no female lead)
Fang Yu was still alive. But soon, no one would remember he had ever existed.
It wasn’t that they had lost their memories. He had been deleted.
It started with a steamed bun. For thirty days straight, its measurements were accurate to within 0.01 millimeters.
Then there were two living people next door, chatting. For three days, their conversation was exactly the same, down to every breath.
Then there was the moon. It hadn’t moved in a thousand years.
Doupi said this world was a program, and Fang Yu was a bug. The stronger his cultivation became, the more dangerous it was. Once he reached the end, he would be formatted.
Fang Yu asked, “Can I just stop cultivating?”
[The audit is about to be completed. No exceptions.]
He looked up at the moon that never blinked.
What lies beyond the boundary?
[The last person who asked that question became the moon.]
If you keep writing in this style, then you will definitely be able to write more than 100,000, which is actually quite good.