The Code Written by This Class of Mage Is so Bad.

It takes five minutes to chant the forbidden curse? ——The delay is too high! Fireball consumes mana like water leaks? ——Memory leak! The Dharma God is still memorizing by rote? ——The algorithm is too stupid! Li Ang traveled through time, and the golden finger was a code input box. Here, the so-called magic spell is actually a prompt given to the AI. Aboriginal mage: "Great fire element, please listen to my call..." (Too much nonsense, generation failed) Li Ang: "/imagine: fireball--v6.0--Ar16:9" (Generated successfully, ultra-high-definition fireball!) In this world where "whatever you say follows your words": by using physics engine bugs, he can pass through walls and block monsters; by using the copy-and-paste feature, he can produce artifacts; and by using the spirit of open source sharing, he has established a magic industrial empire that can crush the old era. Years later, when the gods want to reboot the world (format the server). Li Ang stood at the top of the neon-lit steel jungle and pressed the Enter key: "The system reconstruction is completed. I am the current administrator."