The apocalypse arrives. While everyone else is fighting to the death over half a moldy loaf of bread, Su Ze is raging because it will take forever to download a ten-gigabyte mod.
He arrives in the wasteland with a [Sandbox Console]. As long as his internet is fast enough, who cares about the apocalypse?
“Edit stats, delete anything with one click, save with F5... I've practically beaten the apocalypse, so why are you still eating dirt in the starting village?”
With a blood moon overhead, Jiangcheng has become a playground for monsters. High-level ability users are chased all over the place by hordes of zombies, while warlords of every stripe struggle in despair.
But from Su Ze's godlike perspective, this is just a sandbox game with completely broken graphics.
An insanely fast assassin trying to raid his home? Just crank the wall's [elasticity] up to 5,000%, and turn him into a human pinball bouncing wildly down the hallway!
A max-level Hellhound boss gets right in his face? Right-click [Replace Model]. Behold, a Chihuahua with clear, innocent, utterly clueless eyes!
Tens of thousands of zombies are closing in? No worries. Just let me finish extracting this modded version of Plants vs. Zombies, and I'll show you a Gatling Peashooter three meters tall!
While all the other apocalypse natives are risking their lives for a rusty iron knife, Su Ze has set his “plastic dummy” alt account's defense to 99,999. Armed with a glowing mechanical keyboard, he grinds invading alien monsters from other servers into the dirt.
The apocalypse survivors gaze up at the sky, their entire worldview shattered. “What kind of god is he?!”
Sipping an ice-cold cola, Su Ze casually circles off an absolutely safe zone on the map. “A god? No, I'm just a Fourth Calamity with administrator privileges. Zombies over there, yes, you! Come over and haul bricks!”
