On his seventh straight day of overtime, just as his fifth proposal was rejected, Lin Mo's computer blew up
A [Myriad Worlds Analysis Compass] appeared, able to see through everything's underwear.
The greasy manager Wang Defa now looked like “Qi Refining, First Layer (kidney deficiency)” to him,
while security chief Zhang Biao was “drug-fueled fake cultivation (recommend a kick to the groin).”
Even the black-robed big shot in the CEO's office had a weakness: “afraid of getting smacked in the face with rotten tomatoes”...
When a fire extinguisher takes down a cultivator manager, mud smears and blows up an ancestral talisman, and a garbage truck drifts to dodge a forbidden spell
Lin Mo gets it:
“These show-offs in the Immortal Realm are all just terminal office drones at heart!”
From smacking his boss with a keyboard to analyzing the laws of the myriad worlds;
from butterfly-stroking through a sewer cesspit to running the interstellar credit system
Lin Mo proves it through action:
“As long as my compass scans hard enough, even the gods and demons of the myriad worlds have to pay into my social insurance and housing fund!”
