“Who messed with my game save file???”
Xu Jie, an ordinary human and college entrance exam survivor, was finally free from the inhuman gaokao. Full of excitement, he turned on his computer, ready for a thoroughly satisfying gaming session.
But wait! Could someone explain how his save file for that little survival-management game, which he'd saved on Steam a year ago, had evolved from the primitive age to the space age?
Someone's been playing my game! What is the platform doing?
Xu Jie: going all out in the comment section
He opened the game interface and found a complete disaster.
Damn it! The species tree had taken all the wrong turns, the genes were a pile of spaghetti code running on bugs, the social policies were ridiculous, and the birth rate was appallingly low!
They'd opened up a huge swath of the map, but so what? Hadn't they noticed that their organization rating was nearly gone, and the little creatures he'd made were about to go extinct?
Xu Jie quickly rolled up his sleeves, opened a walkthrough site, and tried to save his game.
What? A revolt was underway, and his little creatures were rioting?
Keep it up! Take down those oppressors. Your great Creator is giving you cheats.
What? The villagers repaired old facilities and brought him Eureka points?
Great, great! Creator, let's see what you need... All right, I'll arrange your marriage to your wife.
What? His Eureka individual is about to die on the spot?
No, no, not you, my beloved! Go save that bug under the Creator's orders!
Ismail Entopa, leader of the Void Wings of the Amber Palace, Saint of the Holy Crown Hall, architect of the theory of temporal tracing and chief director of the project, and a Eureka male insect, stood before the first officially commissioned temporal tracing machine and addressed the public:
“Into the realm of the gods! This is a giant leap for me, but only a small step for the insect race.
“One day, our research will break through the shackles imposed by the Creator. We will cure the deep-rooted ills in our genetic inheritance. May tomorrow bring us a new Eureka moment.
“May the insect race live on forever, never to fade away!”
Full of ambition, he headed for the realm of the gods, his heart pounding and his hands trembling!
The realm of the gods was nothing an ordinary insect could imagine. There, he witnessed the mighty Insect God wielding a cold weapon, while merciless divine punishment rained down from above: “Cockroaches! Damn it, kill the cockroaches!”
Her divine power was primal and savage. Her battle cry shook the soul, and her stance was utterly fearless. Good heavens, she was the queen of female insects, the mother of all insect mothers!
Ismail, the little spider, trembled in a corner: Mother, my great Mother, I am your loyal believer, your innocent youngling. I only wish to prostrate myself at your feet and pray that your holy song may reach me...
Usage Guide
1. An atypical insect-race story, with many original worldbuilding details.
2. Multiple-couple anthology, happy ending, one-on-one relationships.
3. Thank you for reading my story.
Theme: Fate, shatter the shackles of fate
