Chen Xu transmigrated into the Investiture of the Gods world five years ago. He always thought he had no golden finger and could only work as a menial laborer in the weapons workshop at Chaoge.
That was until Furnace No. 7 exploded.
The foreman said he had copied the formation markings wrong, while the sacrificial court claimed that offering a living person to the furnace would quell its evil energy. As Chen Xu was forced toward the furnace’s mouth, the AI Programming System, five years late, finally came online.
[The Ultimate Coding Assistant System has started.]
[This System provides the Host with code completion, vulnerability scanning, architectural refactoring, and other support.]
[Checking operating environment…]
[Check failed.]
[Detected furnace, formation markings, talismans, demonic energy, and remnants of the Calamity.]
[Detected that the Host is about to be thrown into a furnace.]
[…]
[What the hell? Where have you brought me?]
Chen Xu fell silent.
The golden finger he’d waited five years for turned out to be an AI assistant that could only write code.
But no one expected that, once the System arrived in the Investiture of the Gods world, it would be forced to start analyzing spiritual energy, formations, talismans, magical treasures, and the Investiture list.
The System discovered that Chen Xu wasn’t without a spiritual root. His spiritual root was simply blocked.
Other people cultivated immortality with a master. He did it with debugging.
Other people’s spiritual roots were determined by fate. He wrote his own.
Later, Chen Xu broke down the principles of cultivation into a low-spec version, forged it into “artifact roots,” and passed it on to artisans, slaves, and ordinary soldiers.
When Jiang Ziya took up the list to confer the gods, the Sages made their moves, and the fates of all living beings were set, Chen Xu stood before the Investiture list with a group of ordinary people who had once been destined to die nameless in the ledgers.
“Those whose names are on the list are simply meant to take their places?”
“Then are those whose names aren’t on it meant to die for nothing?”
