I See Civilization as a Game

My name is Chen Xuan. I was unemployed right after graduating from my senior year of college. I relied on a private server called "Civilization" to earn a living through leveling and training. My job is to help wealthy bosses deduce a civilization from scratch on a deserted planet. I taught cavemen how to drill wood to make fire, helped Bronze Age slave owners improve their smelting furnaces, and incidentally taught the confused philosophers about gravity in the Middle Ages. Looking at the densely packed villains on the screen, they established city-states, broke out wars, and preached miracles. They said that there lived a god named "Xuan" in the sky who controlled time and destiny. I just thought it was a plot copy generated by AI, laughed it off, and ordered a luxurious barbecue with the 5,000 yuan in power-leveling fees from my boss. Until one day, the world's richest man, the commander-in-chief of the United Fleet, and the chief scientist of Interstellar sent me a friend request at the same time, with only one sentence: "Creator, our universe is about to die. Please read the file again and save us." I looked down at the mechanical hard drive in my hand that I bought from a street stall and was engraved with star maps, and fell into deep thought.