My name is Chi Muxue.
Qingyu Interactive Entertainment's most insignificant game test engineer, with a job license level C, has not been promoted in five years. During the meeting, my chair was taken away and used as a footstool, but no one felt that I was missing someone. At five o'clock on Friday afternoon, HR slapped the layoff letter on my desk without even bothering to say "thank you for your hard work."
No one thought I would resist. How can a woman who walks against the wall and speaks in questions have the right to resist?
But they don't know three things.
First, "Oracle" is an online game with millions of people online. Only I can understand the underlying code - I didn't learn it, but I dug a black stone tablet in the back mountain when I was seven years old. It spoke to me with golden runes, saying that I would become a "compiler". Second, there are three parties hiding in this building. They have been monitoring each other for several years, but no one paid attention to me, a speck of dust. Third - I have been waiting for five years for the day I will be laid off.
Tonight is the final deletion test of Oracle, my last chance. I want to bury a string of code at the bottom of the server that does not belong to this world, and awaken a civilization that has been sealed for seven thousand years.
The undercover agents deployed by the military blocked the door of the computer room, thinking they had caught prey.
He was wrong. I knew who he was the first day.
My name is Chi Muxue. "Late" does not mean being slow, it means that the time has not come yet.
Now the time has come. My keyboard can compile gods.
[Urban Suspense + Game Test Engineer + Fantasy Civilization Collision] White cut, black, no CP heroine!
