"Paranormal energy reactions by unauthorized individuals are prohibited in accordance with Chapter 7, Section 3 of the Urban Safety Code."
The cold mechanical sound echoed in the neon light, and the gun was pointed at Lin Huang who was climbing up from the ruins.
He wiped the non-existent blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
One second ago, he was the last "Tiandao bug inspector" in the world of immortality, specializing in all kinds of rule bugs.
The next second, he fell into this cyber world ruled by absolute codes and spiritually dead.
Here, cultivating immortality is taboo, aura is pollution, and everyone lives in a cage of rules with seamless monitoring.
But his "eye of rules" saw a completely different landscape:
——The neon lights flowing all over the sky are countless luminous articles that can be deconstructed, reorganized, and even distorted.
——The supreme "Code" is full of logical backdoors that can be operated.
As a result, the style of painting began to look wrong:
Are companies using the Armed Response Ordinance to suppress the poor? He backhandedly invoked Article 42 of the Environmental Protection Law, accusing his company of exceeding energy emission standards and asking the law enforcement drone to turn its gun.
Do monopoly giants use financial algorithms to harvest all living beings? He wrote a "rules worm" on the spot to make their wealth evaporate out of thin air in compliance transactions.
When the cyber heaven hangs high in the sky, the gods want to format it in the name of order. He strolls onto the clouds, behind him are billions of chains of rules that he has recoded.
"Hush," he said to the whole world, "your way of heaven has loopholes. And I'm here to patch it up - with my own 'laws'."
