Lu Fan was reborn. In his previous life, he was the last Martial Emperor of the human race. He fought the evil races from beyond the heavens alone for seven days and seven nights, then died of exhaustion. Before his death, he used his blood essence to reverse time and space, sending a wisp of consciousness thirty thousand years into the future: to the present day.
But he never imagined that in this life, he would be a programmer. His desk was in the corner, and no one noticed him. His coworkers never invited him to dinners, and the technical director stole his credit. He put up with it for three years.
Until one day, when he was ordered to work overtime through the night again, Lu Fan set down his keyboard and threw a casual punch. One entire wall of a thirty-two-story skyscraper vanished on the spot.
From that day on, the world went haywire. He flicked the underground fight club's "Bone Crusher" away with one finger; he slapped a five-star genius from the Martial Arts Association into a wall so hard they couldn't pry him out; and the father of his ex-girlfriend, who had once thrown a check in his face, now knelt and begged for forgiveness. The world's major powers lined up to get themselves killed, and Lu Fan turned none of them away, taking them down one punch at a time as he fought from East Asia to Western Europe.
Then the evil races from beyond the heavens descended again, and world leaders knelt outside his rented apartment, weeping and begging him to act. Lu Fan slurped instant noodles, looking innocent. "I wasn't trying to show off. I just wanted to quietly write code."
Then he stood up and punched a hole through the firmament. This time, he would make them pay back every last bit, with interest.
