Dark. Silence.
Zhou Yang felt like he was falling, passing through the endless void. The strange thing was that he didn't feel scared, but felt relieved. Maybe this is death? A programmer's unremarkable ending - sudden death in front of the keyboard, like countless colleagues.
"No, this is wrong." Zhou Yang thought, "At least let me submit the code first..."
Suddenly, the fall stopped.
Severe pain came like a tide. Zhou Yang suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold stone platform. Above the head are rotating magic runes, emitting a faint blue light, like some ancient programming language, but completely different.
