"Now it matches the taste."
Li Qing smiled playfully, sitting in a fast-food restaurant, being a white-collar worker after work, eating a hamburger, and drinking a cola.
Every world needs Creation Gods.
This is the world's GM, patching some racial loopholes, and perfecting issues that might arise in the civilization's development.
Especially with only two groups, humans and zombies, it's too monotonous, losing some potential.
And in front of him, he was enriching the species.
The mutant concept was very good, with a constant stream of new race creation and research, adding another faction.
And the number of mutants doesn't need to be a single race; if there's insufficient potential, there's no need to strengthen them, but if there's enough potential, they enter the seventh sense demigod stage, mutate casually, and mutants will be everywhere.
Humans, zombies, and mutants, a three-legged stand.
As for telling them this isn't time travel?
"That too is inevitable."
