Interstellar Cleaner: from Mopping Floors to Killing Gods

Good news: you have traveled through time and still have a divine start. Bad news: I entered the most deceptive "immersive game" in the universe, and my identity was chosen as the cleaning robot administrator of the logistics department. Worse news: The system informs you in the cheerful tone of announcing a supermarket sale - if you die in the game, your godhead will be broken into cookie crumbs and randomly donated to the low-magic world as "strange knowledge" So, you, who once held the wisdom and power of thousands of worlds, now have a cracked broom in your left hand, a hole-in-the-wall dustpan in your right hand, and a toilet shovel on your waist, and you have begun a hard-core interstellar survival. Your teammates include: SB-250, a cleaning robot in the late stages of sociophobia who loves to write bad poetry, believes that "dust is the dander of the stars" and recites "Requiem for a Clog" affectionately when you empty the toilet. The "little dice" system looks cute and venomous on the surface, but in fact it may be your only hope of escaping from prison - if you can tolerate it issuing epic tasks such as "Restore the fragrance of the third toilet in ten minutes" every day. Wait You will learn: ✓ Use fluid mechanics knowledge to optimize toilet efficiency. ✓Convert high-pressure water cannons into anti-Zerg tactical weapons. ✓ Use "Application of Non-Euclidean Geometry in Sweeping" to win the "Golden Broom Award" in the Logistics Department Skills Competition. ✓And finally discovered that this so-called game is actually an interstellar prison where the gods are imprisoned. The key to breaking the cage is hidden deep in the toilet tank you wipe every day. (Warm reminder from the system: New players should first recite Article 3 of the "Cleaning and Safety Rules": When encountering a god-level BOSS, remember to use lemon-flavored disinfectant on his face. They are generally mysophobic.)