Song Bai, known as Song Baibao, was accidentally killed by a car accident and ended his life of ruin. He was transported into an infinite flow novel and was destined to be solved by the protagonist's justice from the sky.
The intelligent assistance system presents a task list: designing dungeons, making BOSS, adjusting difficulty, setting rewards, maintaining and running...
Song Bai: Am I here to be the main god or am I here to work for you?
System: ... But you are the Lord God...
Song Bai: Do you want this blessing for you?
System:…
Song Bai: Will I be killed by the male protagonist?
System: Yes, but you can kill the male protagonist within a reasonable range by setting difficulties in advance and retrieve 342 types for you——
Song Bai: That's okay, let's do it.
System:……?
Transformed into the main god who was destined to be killed, Song Bai decided to continue her messy life.
The dungeon is randomly designed, cut and stitched from the previous dungeon of the original god; the monsters are randomly adjusted, and all systems except ability data are random; the difficulty reward is randomly set, since she can't learn probability theory anyway; the male protagonist kills casually, and gets off work when the time comes.
By the way, because he was too bored and curious about what he had created, Song Bai secretly participated in the game behind the back of the system.
Player: The design of this rule is really scary. It cannot be violated but is contradictory...
Song Bai: Sorry, the logic is wrong, I will correct it.
Player: Why does this monster look so indescribable? How perverted must the person who created it be...
Song Bai: The range of random data seems too large, and it doesn't look like earthly creatures.
Player: Ahhhhh——
Song Bai: What's there to be afraid of? Isn't this a crappy stitched copy?
When Yunji, who had overcome all obstacles and was covered in blood, finally tore open the space and prepared to kill the mastermind behind everything...
... I saw a pitiful system working hard and a messy god playing games with a popsicle in his mouth.
[Golden Finger is very thick and has some humorous writing.
Intention: Hmm... Why doesn't it count as a waste?
