Transmigration: Code Mage

Darkness. Silence.

Zhou Yang feels himself falling, plunging through endless void. Strangely, he's not afraid. Instead, he feels a sense of relief. Maybe this is what death feels like: an unremarkable end for a programmer, dying suddenly at his keyboard like countless others in the field.

“No, this isn't right,” Zhou Yang thinks. “At least let me submit my code first...”

Suddenly, the fall stops.

Pain surges through him like a tide. Zhou Yang opens his eyes and finds himself lying on a cold stone slab. Above him, magical runes rotate, glowing with a faint blue light. They look like some ancient programming language, yet they're completely different.