The game protects the weak.
And every race Chen Yi slaughtered was many times more advanced than Blue Star, naturally, there were no restrictions.
...
From God's perspective, Chen Yi watched as Wen Ping walked towards the nearest city just as he had scripted, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling deeply exhausted.
Damn it.
He had never thought constructing an Illusory Realm was such a task.
Yes, constructing an environment was theoretically simple; he just needed to imagine a city and there would be a city there.
But then what?
He had to perfect every detail of the city, even down to the broken circuits on billboards, and the kt boards that had been blown into the sewers, all of these details needed perfecting one by one.
If it wasn't for his talent where his spiritual power would never be exhausted.
He would be dead by now.
Dead from exhaustion.
Dead from a brain short-circuit caused by the depletion of his spiritual power.