Programmer Lin Mo dies of overwork in the copy room, only to open his eyes in the cultivation world with his company's printer by his side.
While cultivators are exhausting themselves to make a single yellow talisman, he's mass-producing them: "Fireball talismans, wholesale price, ten spirit stones per dozen."
The talisman guild is furious: "You brat, you're ruining a thousand-year-old trade!" Lin Mo fires back with a "Singles' Day Talisman Shopping Festival."
As disciples of immortal sects fight over a single high-grade talisman, Lin Mo's printer quietly devours heavenly treasures.
"Warning: Law-grade material detected. Upgrade printer to produce 'Immortal-Slaying Talismans'?"
Watching the immortals and gods look on in panic, Lin Mo presses confirm. "The rat race in the cultivation world is only just beginning."
