Wasteland Era, I Play the Savior

Traveling through the apocalypse, others rely on guns, but I rely on layout. While the survivors in the wasteland were fighting desperately for half a piece of bread, I, Chen Mo, just gently plucked a thread of cause and effect in the safe house. As a result, the most ferocious predator leader accidentally fell into the abyss because of a loose stone; the strongest monster lair was destroyed because of a chain explosion caused by a frightened mouse. The "miracles" and "divine punishments" they talk about are just a chess game that I casually set up. I cannot become a saint physically, but I can control destiny and write the script I want for this desperate world. Now that the chessboard has been opened, are you willing to be a witness?