My name is Gu Changye, and I am an ordinary inner disciple of Taixu Sword Sect. My life was supposed to be like everyone else's, practicing, making breakthroughs, discussing with fellow disciples, fighting monsters, and eventually becoming a strong man, or turning into a handful of loess.
Until that day, during the sect competition, the chief senior brother's natal flying sword was cut off. I saw with my own eyes that there was no metallic luster on the broken blade, but a flash of "404-Texture Not Found".
From that day on, my world fell apart.
I found that my beloved Master would say the same words at the same time every day, just like a programmed NPC. I saw that the flowing clouds in the sky would occasionally freeze, as if the frame was dropping. I even found a line of text in the cracks of a classical book that I could understand, but others in the world couldn't understand. I understood. This world is fake.
My relatives, friends, lovers, and even enemies are just NPCs made of code and data. Our cultivation, our emotions, our life and death are all just a game watched by "players" or "administrators".
What they call "the way of heaven" may just be the underlying rules of the server. The "gods" they fear may just be administrators with GM authority.
And I, Gu Changye, am the only bug in this huge virtual world that has awakened self-awareness.
Do they want to see me practice fighting monsters step by step? No, I want to find vulnerabilities in this world, exploit bugs, gain administrator rights, I want to... Unplug the power of the server!
