Chunyu Gailun's Transmigration

It was the third Friday in June, 8:17 p.m. He had just sent the third revision of the Cloud Data Center Disaster Recovery Plan to the general manager through the company’s internal system, and his finger still hovered over the “Sent successfully” pop-up. The thunderstorm outside had been raging for two hours. Raindrops the size of beans pelted the glass curtain wall, mingling with distant rumbles of thunder until the whole office building felt like a ship pitching on the waves.

“Bzzzt, ”

A sharp electrical whine suddenly came from the direction of the server room, more piercing than the thunder. Chunyu Galen jerked his head up. The emergency lights in the office flashed on, and in their ghostly white glow, the screen of his laptop flickered wildly. The code on it tumbled like a waterfall gone out of control, then froze in a blinding field of pure white.

A bolt of purplish-black lightning suddenly shot out of nowhere, pierced the tempered glass on the twentieth floor, and coiled around the right hand gripping his mouse like a living snake.