Fake System, Real Uncle

Zhou Xing has one month left to live. There was also a voice that called itself "the system" inexplicably living in his mind, and the first thing he said was: "I am your uncle." Other people's systems: The host needs to work hard, complete the mission, become stronger and upgrade. His system: Get me the stockings and change the task name to "Research on Quantum Fiber Weaving Technology." Zhou Xing thought this was an unfair system. In the cyber city after the war, there is still research on unknown creatures. Zhou Xingben could only guard the library left by his father. The virus was lurking in his nerves. If he didn't do anything, he could only wait quietly for death. The unfinished words of my parents are still locked in the basement: the blacked-out conclusion of the experiment; the last photo of my mother; a diary that was only half written... The virus has begun to attack, and the black Hella Building flickers and blinks regularly outside the window. The voice calling himself "Uncle" scolded him as a weakling and a coward with no future. The first task he was given was to steal things, and the second task was to curse people in the street... But it was this person who said in his ear: "Don't be afraid, uncle, I will take you to beat their chins to pieces."