Gao Gao died suddenly while working overtime, and when he woke up, he was transformed into a low-level immortal cultivator in another world.
I thought I could fly with a sword and be happy with my grudges, but I was horrified to find that 996 blessings were also prevalent in the world of immortality.
Staying up all night meditating, refining elixirs, and slaying demons in 007 style, all of which made his fellow disciples miserable.
Until one day, Gao Gao couldn't bear it anymore and took out the labor law from his previous life and slapped it on the table of the Immortal——
"Boss, I'm applying for overtime pay, otherwise we'll meet at the labor arbitration!"
The Immortal Lord sneered: "How dare you negotiate terms with a mere handyman?"
Gao Gao silently opened the storage bag and took out something. Immortal Lord's face instantly turned pale...
Consciousness is like a piece of rusty iron sinking in the deep sea, being pushed upward by invisible ocean currents. Gao Gao opened his eyes suddenly and choked out a mouthful of spit that smelled of rust. His chest hurt, as if he had just been pulled off an overloaded machine that was on the verge of exploding.
What he saw in front of him was not the familiar work station piled with instant noodle boxes and code documents, but a low, damp thatched roof. A few rays of pale moonlight leaked from the dilapidated gaps, illuminating the dust flying in the air. Beneath him was a painfully hard wooden board, covered with a thin layer of musty-smelling hay.
Memory fragments flooded into my mind like corrupted hard drive data. In the last moment, he, tall and tall, a senior coder from a major Internet company, was facing the bible-like bug on the screen. After working overtime for forty-eight consecutive hours, he felt his heart twitching and his eyes completely darkened. And then... And now.
A strange memory is like
