The Fourth Calamity: I Conquer the Starfield with Players

Don't write about Earth, it's super toxic. Just let them think it's a game.

Even though many authors have written conservatively, it's no wonder that players ruin games. That's human nature. Players have nowhere to vent in real life, so they vent and cause all sorts of trouble in games. The final outcome for players can be summed up in two words: destruction. The most dangerous thing in this world isn't the final boss of the local world, but the players—billions of players with the same strength as the boss. That's the most dangerous thing.

Plant one image, reap millions.

All of this belongs to me. I'm the author's dog manager. If there are any female fans, they can contact me (doge).

Calling it the Fourth Calamity with only a few hundred people? That's fooling idiots.

The author advises that the fourth catastrophe should simply be written as the fourth catastrophe and not interfere with reality, so that players will think it's just a game. Reality can't be manipulated much, it's prone to 404 errors, and it's a strong deterrent; there's really no need for it.

This is a short story post. Feel free to suggest some titles. If you're struggling to come up with a name while writing, take a look!

There shouldn't be a female lead later in this book, right? If not, I'll keep reading.

Players can't compare to an army, not even to an organized and energetic community!

Why do players complain? Because players have no scruples. Just like me in the game, I want to kill anything, any NPC, any god.