He worked himself to death, then got taken for a ride by the Heavenly Dao.
Li Qingye, a 31-year-old veteran programmer, died at two in the morning on the twenty-fifth consecutive day of overtime.
In his final second, all he could think was: I have to go to the hospital tomorrow...
Then he got taken for a ride.
Not by some old man or old woman, but by the Heavenly Dao.
A dying Heavenly Dao, carrying broken laws, a traitorous guardian, and a world on the verge of collapse, rammed into his body and entrusted its final charge to him:
“Stay alive. This world is counting on you.”
Ling Yun: ???
I'm a coder. You want me to fix the Heavenly Dao?
Fine. Fixing bugs is fixing things, and fixing the Heavenly Dao is fixing things too.
Later, everyone in the Three Realms knew one thing:
The newly appointed Heavenly Dao was a programmer.
Bad-tempered, and always refactoring the laws at the drop of a hat.
Loved giving all the gods performance reviews.
His most common line was: “Do we really have to change this requirement?”
And yes, he really had the power to decide who would...
Go live tomorrow.
