I'm Really Not a Big Shot: Stop Praising Me

Lin Ye woke up and found himself lying on a cold, hard metal bed. The room was frighteningly empty. The four walls were made of an unknown material with flowing dark golden lines. There was no light source above the head, but it naturally exuded a halo as soft as the morning sun. The air is filled with a... Well, very expensive and high-end smell. "Where am I...?" His last memory was that after staying up late to finish the project plan, he fell in front of the computer in the rental house. When I opened my eyes again, I came to this place full of science fiction. [Identity verification passed. [The person with the highest authority: Lin Ye. [Welcome back, respected 'sword bearer'.