There's Something Wrong with This Special Function

Twenty-two-year-old Lin Mo is a standard social worker - a monthly salary of 5,000, renting a house in a village in the city, and even if Party A revised the draft eighteen times, he would only say "Okay." Until one night when he was working overtime until late at night, he fell from the rooftop of the tenth floor. Not dead. There is also a sleazy complaint panel in his mind, saying that his ability is "causal interference" - he can rewrite the results of reality. Sounds cool, right? The panel added: The survival rate of the causal system is three percent. At the same time, undercurrents in the underground world of Jiangcheng were surging, out-of-control walkers appeared one after another, and a conspiracy against the awakened ones was unfolding. But Lin Mo just wanted to keep his perfect attendance bonus of 200 yuan a month.