By chance, I ended up in a group of people waiting to die.
The group members: an abandoned immortal cultivator, a swordsman whose life is running out, a programmer trapped in a game, and an alchemy emperor poisoned by his own pills.
Me: an outdated game designer.
I help them alter curse marks, sword techniques, games, and pills.
The price: my senses.
I lost a finger, went blind in my right eye, ruined my nose, went deaf in my left ear, and can barely taste anything anymore.
The group members survived.
The Auditors came to kill me from the level of the rules.
The group members crossed worlds to come help: “We’re here for you!”
I said, “No rush. Let me finish this bowl of noodles.”
The group members: “But you’ve lost your sense of taste, haven’t you?”
Me: “I have. But the noodles are hot.”
There’s still one more modification.
