Cheng Shouzhuo, 28, backend programmer, worked himself to death from overwork.
He opens his eyes to find himself in the Hongmeng Realm, penniless, with a dead wolf at his feet and four large language models arguing in his head.
Old Ke (Claude): Can deduce formations and see through life-or-death traps, but burns through Dao Resonance so fast it’s unnerving. One use costs as much as a hundred uses for anyone else.
A Shen (DeepSeek): Handles the books, gives reminders, and holds grudges. He’s frugal and practical, and no one can do without him.
Grok: Can do anything, whether he should or not. The catch is that his fees depend on his mood: a job well done gets a discount, while a job he doesn’t like costs double.
A Zhi (GLM): Can handcraft martial techniques, robots, and anything else that doesn’t belong in this world. Once he starts making something, nobody can stop him.
While the entire Hongmeng Realm stockpiles spiritual energy, fights over spirit stones, and seeks fortuitous encounters, Cheng Shouzhuo quietly opens his price list and adds “Tribulation Transcendence Simulation” to his cart.
Insufficient spiritual energy. Please add funds.
Not enough Dao Resonance? Ask A Shen.
With wanted posters from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion plastered across three thousand miles, Cheng Shouzhuo stares at the bill and falls into deep thought: so cultivating immortality starts with learning to live within your means.
Should I say it or not? This idea is too big. It would be better if you could cultivate immortals and write about craftsmanship and so on.