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Others play games for money, but I play this game for life! My name is Lin Fan, an ordinary civil engineer. The last highlight moment of my life was being photographed in two dimensions by a crane on a construction site. When I opened my eyes again, I actually entered the martial arts online game "Nine Yin Jing Jing" that I loved playing most during my lifetime. The system gave me three blows: The first shot: I can see the attribute panel, but other people have [Beginner] and [Proficient] floating above their heads, but there is nothing above my head - I am not a player, but an NPC? The second tip: The other "chivalrous knights" in this world are all controlled by real players. If they die, they will be resurrected by reading the message; if I die, my consciousness will directly delete the file, completely GG. The third tip: The most outrageous thing is that the pain system of this game is 100% real to me! I stabbed the player: "-15 blood, no pain or itching." I got stabbed: the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the pain was so painful that I wanted to scream! So my gaming career became like this: · Outside the novice village, three players surrounded me and beat me: "This wild monster's AI is so high and it can scream!" · I covered my bleeding arm and ran wildly: "That really hurts, brother!" Others rely on killing monsters to level up, but I rely on "how to survive tonight under the siege of max-level players". Others save equipment, while I save bandages and gold sore medicine. Others pursue "number one in the world", but I pursue "don't die today". Lin Fan's motto: You are playing a game, I am playing a life. Since you want to roll, then roll it to become the "way of heaven" in this world! (Warm reminder: The protagonist of this article is often beaten. If you feel uncomfortable while watching, please remember - he is the one who hurts, and you are the one who feels good.)

After the sudden death of the social animal Lin Xian, he traveled to a fantasy world where martial arts was respected and became a famous training loser of the Lin family in Qingyun City. In despair, it is bound to the [Ultimate System for Becoming Stronger by Being Bad] - As long as you are bad, you can become stronger! When others were practicing hard, he was sleeping; when there was a family competition, he simply gave in; when exploring the secret realm, he just wanted to find a place to lie down. However, the system seems to have damaged his brain during time travel. Whenever Lin Xian is forced to "not mess up", the logic will be confused and BUG-level excessive rewards will be issued! It wasn't until the crisis of world destruction came and the gods and demons from the heavens arrived that Lin Xian lazily yawned and said to the collapsed system: "Stop urging me, wait until I wake up... Huh? Why does this demon king look like the figure I worked for in my previous life?"

The island he drifted to was a forgotten corner of civilization: surrounded by reefs, typhoons raged, and even the coconuts were stingy. As a mechanical engineer, he is used to solving problems, but this time the topic is - how to reinvent human life from scratch. On the first day, he used broken glass to cut the clothing around the wound. In the first month, the pots he fired stopped leaking after the fifth try. In the first year, his domesticated wild boars plowed the first ridges of soil. In the third year, the beacon signal system he designed illuminated the night sky across the island. This is not a fairy tale about luck. This is a rigorous construction experiment: · How to make a wooden house stand in a typhoon when there are no nails? · How to guard the rice fields with boiled resin and lime when pirate torches light up the coast? · When a second survivor appears, how to design a set of distribution rules that prevent both people from starving to death or killing each other? But the most difficult creation is when the community expands to thirty-five people - what he needs to write is no longer a tool manual, but a system of checks and balances to prevent power corruption; when the first child is born on the island, he must leave a textbook that can be passed down. Because the real fire of civilization is not the tools, but the system that allows the tools to be continuously improved. This is a builder's ultimate proving ground: If you were given a piece of absolute nothingness, could you prove with your hands that humans are humans not because we know how to use tools, but because we are always creating better tools and teaching the next generation to create?