Li Mo, a programmer who died suddenly while working overtime, woke up and found that he was thrown into an infinite survival game. The bad news: he was also a programmer in his previous life, and he also stuffed a bunch of shit code into the bottom layer of the game. As a result, every time he retrieved his memory, all he saw was the sand sculpture diary of his previous life:
"//Stop looking and go after that NPC. She owes me money."
The system wants to kill him, the hunter is chasing him, and his teammate is a foodie who just wants to eat.
Li Mo just wants to live and complain about it.
Until he discovered that all the bad stories buried in his previous life pointed to the same truth——
He once deleted his own memory with his own hands, because that truth made people want to escape more than death.
This is the story of a programmer who is arrogant and afraid of death, using bugs and complaints to rewrite the rules and find himself.
It's not dark, it's not bitter, it's not bitter, it's still a little warm after laughing.
