[The Fourth Calamity] [Unhinged Male Lead] [Infinite-Loop Reversal] [Sci-Fi Imagination] [Hacker Protagonist] [One Female Lead]
Lin Mo has died 337 times.
Every day at noon, the world breaks apart like clockwork. Trapped in the same day, he goes from terrified to numb, and then to bored.
He thought he was the only player in the game.
Until he discovered
he wasn't human at all.
He was just an antivirus Trojan horse casually written by the Creator.
“Fine, I'm a virus, am I?”
Lin Mo grinned, hacked the Creator's account, and tore through the virtual sandbox with a female CEO at his side.
Then he discovered that the real world outside had already become a post-apocalyptic wasteland
The entire Earth was nothing more than a season-based game being livestreamed in a higher-dimensional civilization's broadcast room.
And he was a pill that the top-ranked player had been raising for three years.
Only when he finally smashed through the firmament did he learn the truth.
That lofty Creator
was pinned down in a cosmic graveyard by an indescribable mass of flesh, being gnawed on like a snack.
“Good.”
Lin Mo flexed his right arm, made of liquid metal and a radiological virus.
“I'm a virus, after all.”
“Starting today, I'll infect the higher-dimensional abyss too.”
