You Want Me to Hand Over My Golden Finger, But Can It Get Me a Government Job?

[Anti-Formulaic + Hilarious Workplace Comedy + Imagination Containment]

This is an era overflowing with golden fingers. Transmigrators who want to show off legally must first take a number and wait in line at the government service hall.

The protagonist is a golden finger asset appraiser for the “relevant authorities.” His daily work involves turning world-ending artifacts into paperweights for office files and turning spiritual springs into municipal water plants.

Here, Long Aotian has to write a self-criticism, System-based protagonists have to pass political screening, and anything that fails compliance gets handed over to the state!

“Officer, my Shadow Clone Technique is a divine skill!”

“A divine skill? You used ten clones to code for ten companies, worked yourself to death from overwork, and killed your real body. That’s malicious rat-race behavior! We’re confiscating all your clones and sending them to sweep the streets!”

Having just wrapped up a programmer's “clone workplace injury case,” the protagonist looks at the official document in his hand about a “Special Crackdown on X-Ray Vision” and smiles with chilling warmth.

“Next, bring in the guy who used his X-ray vision to peep into the women's bathhouse. The subway security team needs an X-ray machine, and he’s just the man for the job!”