Invite the Time Traveler to Die

In this world, monks cultivate their minds and demons cultivate their "system". You regard all living beings as data, you regard killing as a game, and you regard yourself as immortal. You think this is a novice village. Until I forcefully pulled out the bug called "Goldfinger" from the back of the traveler's head and swallowed it in one gulp. "It tastes good." Now that you're here, don't even think about going offline.