That Madman Knows Too Much

In 2036, the world has gone crazy. Cultivators fly together with drones, genetic warriors and alien lurkers coexist. And I, Teng Daozai, was locked up in a mental hospital. They say I'm crazy, but I know the truth - the world is a broken sandbox about to be formatted. The prophecies in my head are system vulnerabilities, and the ghosts outside the window are redundant data. When the super AI "Yuan" and Myth Star came to my door at the same time, asking me to choose between "Digital Ascension" and "Myth Restart", I laughed. I choose the third path: not as an NPC, not as data. I want to submit a civilization survival report written in wrong code to this crazy world.