38 Years old, former executive of a large factory, now a labor dispatch worker for the State Grid.
In this world of high-level martial arts where "electricity equals cultivation", Zhang Meng is the lowest insulator, earning a basic salary of 2,880 yuan and suffering from the air of a high-pressure warrior.
Until the PDA with a broken screen lights up——
**[Detected world underlying logic bug]**
**[Target: S-level thunder warrior. Failure: Dead circulation of meridians. Solution: Physical formatting. **
That night, Zhang Meng took a ten-dollar insulated screwdriver and treated the strong man who was going through the tribulation as a light bulb with poor contact. With a poke and a twist, the strong man was crippled and he lost consciousness. **
Rampant prosthetic body? That's garbled code, refactor it with one click!
Law enforcement airship? That's a mobile power bank, forced to connect to the grid!
An underground flesh and blood monster? That is an illegal server, DDoS attack directly maxes out the server!
While those high-ranking warriors were still practicing electric current, Zhang Meng had obtained the **Root administrator rights** of the global power grid.
Looking at the shivering director and the sky full of gods and Buddhas, Zhang Meng lit a red pagoda mountain and calmly popped up:
**"Don't panic, I'm just a light repairman. As long as you follow logic, I promise not to delete the database."**
Interesting!