Chen Fei has been unemployed for ages. At long last, he finds a job reinstalling operating systems.
Then he’s told the job site is on the Tianxuan Continent? Isn’t that one of those overused cultivation-world names from novels?
He’s only just transmigrated, and already he’s nearly been forced to hang himself, only to face being hacked to death by a crowd of swordsmen?!
“I’ll carry out the execution!” The Empress draws the great elder’s sword from his waist. An unfathomable aura of profound meaning swirls around it as she slowly approaches Chen Fei. His grand career hasn’t even begun, and he’s about to die a miserable death!
“Wait! Stop! Your Majesty, how about spending a night of passion with me?” Chen Fei recklessly courts death.
The Empress feels a tug on her arm. In the next moment, she finds herself in Chen Fei’s arms...
