On a night of torrential rain, Chen Mo curled up on the mattress in his cheap rental room, his bloodshot eyes reflected on his phone screen. The insults of Zhang Hao, his manager in the administration department, still rang in his ears: "You useless piece of trash think you can get hired full-time? Pack your things and get out tomorrow!" Instant noodle bowls were piled in a heap in the corner. Neon lights outside filtered through the rain and cast warped shadows on the mottled walls. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the cracked plaster. As blood trickled between his fingers, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind. [Strong will to survive detected. God-Tier Sign-In System activated.]
