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The thing Su Lin regretted most in his life was that he was still modifying that broken line of code before his sudden death. When he opened his eyes again, he became the most useless student in Tianshu Academy - with the power of F-level "dust control", which can make dust float up to three centimeters. There was a bloody corpse lying next to him, the murder weapon was in his hand, and the law enforcement team was outside the door. Good news: He has a system. Bad news: The system has been bound to 99 hosts, and all of them are dead. "Don't be nervous," the system voice said lazily, "You are the 100th one, so your luck should be better." Su Lin looked at the blood on his hands and asked calmly: "Do you have a debug tool?" The system went silent. This host seems to be different. While others worked hard to break through, he wrote the evolution route of his abilities into a Python script. Others rely on chance to awaken, and he adjusts the energy output to binary search. Even the crooked floor reward given by the system - the "Chicken Run" BGM attached to the "Intelligence Halo" - was played out by him. But this world is not a game. Three days countdown, the A-level corroded body wakes up underground. The genius girl Shen Weiwan who helped him clear his name wanted to resurrect his dead brother. And that chatty system is actually the remaining consciousness of the previous civilization, and it needs his body as a container. What's even more outrageous is that Su Lin discovered that the underlying rules of this world were exactly the same as the last string of code he wrote before his sudden death. The end of the sequence is not God, but an out-of-control AI. The first principle of programmers is: there is always a third solution. "Don't panic," Su Lin flexed his fingers, "It's just a bug, just fix it." --Even if what you need to cultivate is the whole world.