Reality Editor

In my senior year, my graduation thesis was rejected by my supervisor. He said that this argument about "the world is a string of codes" is too good to be true. That night, something went wrong with my eyes. I saw my roommate wearing a layer of [Camouflage Module]. I deleted it. Then it crumbled into sand before me. The woman who was chasing me said that what I call "reality editing" is the administrator privilege of the underlying operating system of the universe. She said that I was the third awakened editor in North China. Of the first two, one went crazy and the other defected. She gave me a choice: join, or have my memory wiped. But before I had a chance to choose, more questions came to my door. People in a community collectively suffered from insomnia because their concept of "sleep" was eaten by the underlying information creatures. The hand stretched out in the mirror is dragging the living person into the abyss of another dimension. The underlying rules that have been running in this world for billions of years are leaking bugs everywhere. And as I edited deeper and deeper, I gradually discovered that all the anomalies pointed to the same end point-"heat death". The universe is heading towards an ultimate information death. Every time I use my ability, I press fast forward for this ending. They all say I can fix the world. But the cost of fixing it is my own existence.