God of Creation: Stirring the Strings of Evolution

You start with a lot of debt, and the planet disintegrates after thirty minutes? Chu He looked at the desolate planet in front of him and the dazzling deficit on the system panel, and fell into deep thought. As the only "god", he has neither believers nor energy. The only way out is to be a black-hearted plotter and cut off all the leeks in the world. So, he hacked into the earth's network and released a "holographic online game" called "Creation" to recruit players as free labor. Players thought this was an epoch-making open world masterpiece, and they rushed in happily, ready to experience the thrill of being the "fourth natural disaster". Little did they know, from the moment they logged in, they became pawns on Chuhe's chessboard. "This crystal core insect is not heat-resistant. Let's test it by throwing the player with the ID 'Black Face Monster' into the magma." "The Beast Spirit Tribe evolves too slowly? Let it rain acid rain, and then send them a mission to steal players' equipment." "Are you running out of energy? Start the 'Doomsday Survival' activity and force them to get involved!" Chu He is sitting in the clouds, controlling the indigenous civilization with his left hand, and guiding the player army with his right hand, playing with the two worlds in the palm of his hand. He is not only the supreme "prophet" in the eyes of the natives, but also the "dog planner" that players love and hate. While players were passionately analyzing the meaning of "Creator" on the forum, Chu He was drinking Coke, looking at the skyrocketing faith value in the background, and showed a satisfied smile. "Fear and greed are indeed the best catalysts." "Next wave, where should I cut?"