She died suddenly from working overtime. When she opened her eyes, she had entered the cultivation game she had designed herself.
There was dirt in her mouth and wounds all over her body. The System gave her a 30-day countdown: once the server shut down, everyone would be erased completely.
Other people cultivated immortality with spiritual roots, techniques, and sects.
Lin Wan had something else going for her: she was the designer of this lousy game.
She wrote the rules, created the monsters, and planted all the traps in the dungeons.
The System wanted to harvest her? The operations team wanted to ruin her?
Sorry, she knew every bug, every backdoor, and every hidden route better than anyone.
She just hadn't expected the world to have changed so much from the one she designed.
A stone tablet bore the words [Cultivation Realm Operations Team],
The number one spot on the leaderboard belonged to her old testing ID,
and she was the last real player left in the entire world.
Within 30 days, she had to overthrow the System, recover the source code, and save the souls being devoured.
“Don't panic. I made this game, and I'll see it through.”
