If God Reports Something Wrong, I Will Fix It

The way of heaven has been running for ten thousand years, and no one has discovered that it is just a mountain of ancestral shit that no one has maintained. The inner demon tribulation is a memory leak. The spiritual energy tide is garbage collection stuck. The tribulation that the monks knelt down to worship was, in Chen Mo's eyes, a list of issues to be fixed. Late at night on the day he was laid off, he changed a line in his ancestral code—— [Unauthorized developer detected. Welcome, the 1024th observer. Others rely on vomiting to achieve immortality, but he relies on debugging to achieve immortality: He renewed his lumbar vertebrae, performed extracardiac surgery on monks' skills, and conveniently got a PR for Heaven. But he soon discovered that this system would collapse if it didn't eat people for ten thousand years - and the man in the wall who had been carrying all mankind for eight hundred years had only the last words left: "Don't fix me." Chen Mo rolled up his sleeves: Sorry, I'm here to reconstruct.