Call Her Mother Goddess [Cyber Wasteland]

【In Star Era Year 125, a tyrant destroys the Evil God and saves the world from chaos. The countless powers of the wasteland unite, and the human base of Origin undergoes a complete transformation, ushering in the New Flame Era.】 * In Alliance Year 2025, I graduated straight into unemployment. Faced with the choice between work and school, I chose to burn incense instead Or so I had planned. Who could've guessed that when a hapless person gets unlucky, even burning incense can lead them to worship an Evil God? And who could've guessed that the wish would come true... but wouldn't keep me alive? Dear Star Era, may you rest in peace. Dear cyberpunk wasteland, may you rot in hell! If I told you this isn't where I wanted to be, and I never wanted to cultivate immortality in a cyberpunk future, and that damn Heaven itself sent me here by mistake, would you believe me? ...Believe it or not, it doesn't matter anymore. Just like every horror movie warns you, once it starts, death clings to the protagonist like a ghost. With bad timing, bad circumstances, and no one on your side, there's simply nowhere to run. Besides, a hapless loser stays a hapless loser even after transmigrating. I just got unlucky in a different place In this new world, superpowered beings hold life and death in their hands, androids possess eternal intelligence, two major conglomerates control the lifeblood of the human base, and underground churches are gradually devouring the light of day. In the floating cities, people who call themselves the evolved debate the succession of civilization; In the ground-level bases, the mutated and radiation-afflicted fight over scarce resources; In the darkness underground, fanatics and blasphemers covet a path to the heavens. And, as always, I'm "rich." I have a background in the lowest levels of the abandoned zone, a "useless" body with a pitifully low degree of genetic modification, the Evil God's curse branded into me, a death countdown dictated by fate, and every faction using and betraying me. I have one deadly "game" after another, as many as I could want. I don't want them, but they're forced on me anyway. How could I possibly refuse such generosity? Most importantly, there are countless people constantly telling me, "Everyone has their own fate!" And according to them, my fate is to be trash, a consumable, a pawn, an NPC, a nameless ant, a nobody destined to die. Here's what I have to say about that: one bug can bring down the whole system, but a whole bunch of bugs means it's running smoothly! I'm grateful for fate's "gifts," and I'll gladly take them all! What happened after that? I have no idea. I just followed "fate" and carried out "orders," and then those people started calling me a "tyrant" and accusing me of "blasphemy and world destruction" as they raised me from the abandoned zone to the divine altar. Then they all cried out together: "We call upon you, Mother Goddess!" * "If death is humanity's destined end, then I will burn the life I am destined to lose and set this screwed-up world ablaze." Qiao Shu's Notes #What doesn't kill me makes me stronger #Even a hapless loser can be a stubborn fighter quietly building up their strength #After cultivating the unorthodox way, the sky turned blue, the water ran clear, and even the God of Heaven bit the dust Theme: Humanity's fate is to carry a torch of life and march toward the end of death.