Everyone Is a Creator, but My Civilization’s Style Is a Little Off

Across the school, everyone competes to see whose dragon is mightier, whose elf more graceful, and whose spirit beast more perceptive.

Only I, Lin Yi, crouch inside my sea of consciousness, watching a bunch of rocks "compete" to make circuit boards in a sea of sulfuric acid heated to 400 degrees.

After transmigrating into a Creator, I drew "interstellar dust" from the start and became the joke of the year.

The school belle pities me, my roommates try to comfort me, and my rivals can't wait for me to drop out.

Fortunately, I bound the [Creation Simulator].

Since the carbon-based path is already blocked, I might as well... create a new species.

While my classmates use precious cards to cultivate spirit herbs and immortal springs, I design a dual-mode "geothermal-photovoltaic" power system for silicon-based microorganisms in the simulator.

While my rivals show off divine beasts formed from spiritual energy, my "Star-Eyed" species efficiently cover an entire continent with solar panels.

When the test of an invasion by foreign gods begins, the magnificent civilizations of the upperclassmen collapse one after another.

When my turn comes, I scratch my head and release my "children."

A silent forest of living metal, shimmering with silver light, slowly unfolds.

No magical radiance, no roars or growls.

Only a cold, synthetic mechanical voice echoes across the battlefield:

"High-dimensional interference detected. Executing protocol: physical purification."

The next moment, countless crystals multiply, transform, and combine, dismantling the indescribable creations of divine power into standard components and pure energy.

The entire arena falls silent.

The spirit-energy phoenix in the school belle's hand drops to the ground with a clatter. Her mouth hangs open as she points at me, her voice trembling:

"Lin Yi... you call this a 'civilization'?!"