Chapter 3: Changing Fate, Publishing Pages, Counting the Fallen

The following plots are purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.

Opening

On the third day, L was no longer bothered by the lack of money. Put the skin aside first. Start changing your life today. She sat cross-legged on the sofa and stared at the scrolling journal for several rounds. As they watched, people began to move forward.

"No." She said first.

Y raised his head: "What's wrong?"

L turned the computer over and clicked with his finger on the screen: "This person is as good as a rocket. This person started to have bad luck as soon as he was reincarnated. And this person, he died, it's not funny at all. It's like the system installed it casually."

After saying that, she took the computer back and went to find Teacher G. We are not talking about code. What she asked was a very calculated question: why is it not fun to have high talent, why is breakthrough like drawing a blind box, why the death of some unlucky people is not funny at all.

Finished chatting. Turn back to Kimi.

She started to break down the formula

What rotates this time is not the buttons, but the bones. The formula for cultivation is to be stabbed first. Different realms began to have their own basic cultivation levels, and talents were no longer just about adding a few points and subtracting a few points, but directly plugging them into the formula. While L was correcting it, he said to himself: "High talent should have a high talent face."

Then there’s the bias. Very obvious bias.

People with high talents can start to encounter opportunities like "Purple Energy Travels Thirty Thousand Miles from the East"; being clicked by an immortal in a dream, or suddenly being targeted by a sect elder, also increases the threshold. For those who have drawn good luck, this draw will finally go smoothly.

The unlucky guy didn't escape either. Constitution can no longer be deducted to a negative number. There is a line of red words hanging in the property page, blocking it. If you fail to break through, you will lose your health, and the death event will no longer be easily mentioned in one sentence. You will be stabbed first and then see if you can bear it. The account ban side also started to go crazy, and even the "King of Resistance to Killing" appeared. When L saw those three words, he felt happy.

"This is good. This is cheap."

She barely looked up that night. Keep an eye on the configuration. refresh. Read the log. Change again.

Repaired too quickly. cut.

Breakthrough is too easy. Cut again.

The person's physique has dropped to the floor, yet the person can still continue cultivating as if nothing has happened.

"Why isn't this person dead?" She frowned and flipped through the diary again.

wrong. Continue to change.

He went to the door and installed a counter

Y looked at it for a while and stopped looking at the formulas. L This kind of reform will only become more vicious in the future. Today you will set your cultivation level, tomorrow you will change your account number, and the day after tomorrow you will probably scold the luck system like a capital verification. Anyway, this thing can't stay local forever. Gotta hang out.

He first added GitHub Pages. There is an additional workflow in the warehouse, and a jump entry is added to the root directory. From now on, when you push `main`, the web page will go up by itself.

While filling in the workflow, Y said without raising his head: "Don't send compressed packages in the future. Send the link directly."

L immediately raised his head: "Can you just click on it?"

"Yes. Stop looking for the latest version on your desktop for a long time."

After doing this, he buried the funnel. The analytics switch is tucked into the configuration, and a place is reserved for the GA4 Measurement ID. The start, talent drawing, attribute distribution, official start, death, and settlement were all secretly recorded by him. Who clicks in, who gets stuck at the start, who survives until the settlement, and who dies with what title, all can be counted later.L was a little confused when he saw this: "Why do you remember this?"

Y pushed his chair back a little and pointed at the screen: "Look where people die."

"...You sound like a forensic doctor."

"Almost. Don't you think death is not funny enough? Let's see where everyone dies first."

This was how the work was divided up in the living room that night. L is still changing the value there, and then refresh it to see if the log is sufficient. Y stared at the workflow and entry page on the other end, buried some names, and filled in the boxes one by one. In the middle, L handed over his phone twice, once because he thought the ban on a certain account was not enough, and once because he thought the settlement came too suddenly.

One is changing his life. One is counting lives.