God's Live Broadcast Room Has No Audience

My name is Lin Chu. A magic anchor who never had more than 20 viewers in his live broadcast room. He subsidized his rent by selling playing cards with free shipping for 9 yuan and occasionally bringing goods. My biggest dream is to have more than 100 people in the live broadcast room, and then go to the beef noodle restaurant downstairs to add eggs. Last week a sinkhole appeared on the outskirts of the city, and the news said the cause was unknown. I carried my phone to soak up the heat, thinking that it wouldn't fall off anyway. Then I got confused and woke up in a cave full of fluorescent moss and primitive people. The phone is still on and the live broadcast room is still there, but the screen is completely black. The audience dropped from eighteen to three, and a few barrages passed by, asking me where I was. What's even more outrageous is that the primitive people in the cave knelt down when they saw me. Kneel down neatly, as if you have rehearsed. I glanced down at my phone. The upper left corner of the live broadcast interface changed at some point and said "under observation". There is an extra translucent panel on the right, which says that I am in a place called "marginal wound". I am just "looking" and my body is not here. The line of text at the bottom of the panel is the only thing I can think of right now: "Welcome back. Your permission level: Initial. Available energy: 0.4 Units." Return? Where do I return from? I don't even know where I am. Oh, yes, I still have to find a way to stabilize the live broadcast signal. After all—— God's live broadcast room should have a few viewers at least.