I Create the World Behind the Scenes

"Do you want to get out of here?" An anonymous private message. The sender is a string of garbled characters. Among those who received it, some deleted it as a scam, while others stared at the screen for a long time late at night and then clicked to confirm. Zhou Ping didn't know why the system selected him. All he knew was that there was an app on his phone that could send people to another world - consciousness travel, fetal transmutation, and starting from scratch. The first batch of people sent there They grew up again in a primitive valley, split into tribes, competed with each other, and the first spark of civilization was born amidst quarrels and betrayals. He sat in the university dormitory, in the cafeteria, and in class, watching all this on his mobile phone. Someone smelted the first piece of iron there, someone wrote the first herbal atlas, someone betrayed for a stone axe, and someone handed the last piece of bacon to the opponent on the other side in the winter. The better the alien world develops, the stronger he becomes. The spiritual energy is stronger on this side of the earth. When the first batch of returnees woke up in the hospital bed, the system popped up the task panel. They didn't know who sent them there. No idea who is watching behind the screen. The ice surface of the back mountain glows light blue in the moonlight. Zhou Ping closed his phone - a question hung there: what exactly is he. A god, or a college student sitting behind a screen and pressing OK.