Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game

"Your soul has grown immensely strong; even if it inhabits a weak shell, it can still exert various god-like powers and abilities."

"You close your eyes, and when you open them again, your pupils flash with countless clear characters, dispelling all hazy illusions and feeble sounds!"

"For some time now, the villagers have surrounded you. They wield farming tools, like pitchforks, sickles, and hoes, that your father crafted himself, fixing you with a cold, dead stare, simply waiting for the abbot’s command to tear you to pieces and provide you as a living sacrifice to ’Mother of All Evils Buddha’."

"The ’Exorcizing Evil Sword’ hanging at your waist clangs as it vibrates on its own, clearly sensing the overwhelming presence of ’evil’!"

"Wearing a strange smile, the abbot expresses his surprise, ’Where did this demonic weapon come from? I didn’t expect you, boy, to have some wisdom roots, to regain consciousness under the ’Wonderful Auspiciousness Joy’."

"But even if you’ve come to your senses... it won’t help you..."

"With that, it steps back a few paces and loudly declares to the villagers, ’This person is the ’Mother of All Evils Buddha’s’ designated servant. To send him to reincarnation and back under the Buddha’s seat is an immeasurable merit!’

"The villagers immediately approach you with malicious intent in their eyes, yet their mouths broaden into macabre, soundless laughter that almost reaches their ears..."

"Do you choose to launch a counterattack?"

Lin Xun sneers, "A bunch of insignificant monsters."

"You have possessed the ’Shell of the Primitive Ancient Dragon’!"