Chen Mo, the top grader in the Department of Computer Science, switched to the Taoist major in his sophomore year. It was only after graduation that he discovered that it was a lie to soar into the clouds and turn stones into gold, and even the system was written by himself.
A convulsive AI named "Which" runs on paper money burned by family members, weaving sweet dreams of regrets for people who have died unexpectedly. The paper-tied divine sword is afraid of water, the exercises require VIP, and the Taoist companion failed to load - the arms were not glued firmly. Customer service is never online because he is the only one.
Every time he took an order, he would say expressionlessly: "Come on, please tell me your dream."
"I want to be Long Aotian."
"Okay. Add more money."
Stingy programmer Taoist priest × convulsive AI system
Equivalent exchange, credit accounting, Pixiu can only get in but not out.
He treats his clients as his financial sponsor father, and they send him banners saying "The system is too screwed up".
There is a row of pennants on the wall, the left one is for scolding him, the right one is for thanking him, and the middle one is for the client himself.
——What is your dream? Say it and I will weave it for you.
