I Got Reincarnated And Mistaken As A Genius? - Chapter 72

Zhang Deming has traversed, but why do other people traverse with their own system cheats, various lucky draws, bonus points, and experience from killing people.

Why is it just a code editing tool when I come to him, and everything has to be coded out by myself?

When he activated his golden finger, he saw the familiar code: if () {Cloud and Rain Technique cast successfully} else{Cast failed}

Zhang Deming breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, as a senior programmer who died on the overtime desk, Zhang Deming said that if you give me an editing tool, I can code a world.

No system? It doesn’t matter, he will knock it out, he wants to wholesale the system and be the man behind the system.

ps: This article is a semi-hard sci-fi sci-fi article with a sci-fi core in the skin of fairy tale fantasy.

There will be a lot of professional basic knowledge of programmers, if you can’t understand the relevant professional language.

Please move to the relevant work for help, or ask Du Niang, Google, or you can work hard to learn software engineering from now on.

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She, the unfavoured adopted daughter of the Lin Clan, was just a pitiful little girl who had to live under someone else's roof.

And he, son of the richest man in the country, tall, handsome, and cold and evil.Originally, the two of them had not interacted at all.

However, due to a coincidence, she had become his wife.She had originally thought that she was only being used by him, but he would actually be a wife-doting man!

Whoever dared to bully her would be annihilated by him!

He was extremely overbearing outside, yet he was more like a hungry wolf in bed.

She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to escape, but he blocked her.He lovingly asked, “Wife, you’re already pregnant with my child, where are you going to escape to?”

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”