During the High Fever Era, I Started Saving the World from the Security Booth

During the day, I am the security guard at Hsinchu Community No. 037, Patrolling to catch thieves. At night, I endured thunder tribulations in the power distribution room and tempered the copper bones. CIA elite Cole monitored me for 37 days, thinking he had captured "anomalies" in China. Until a tattoo of rice ears sprouted on his tongue, and he hummed ancient Zhuang songs to the east at 21:37 every night—— He was shocked to realize that he was not a hunter, but the first grain of rice that I "planted" into the old order. My name is Beichen, they call me Jinghong. In 1966, when Concubine Ayuan sacrificed her body and scattered her soul into the rice fields, I sealed the sword with my own hands. Now the rice soul is awake, in the 8Hz resonance of the square dancing aunt, in the oracle bone inscriptions carved by the old man living alone, and in the depths of every bowl of rice noodle soup base with "ancestral spices" added. Jiuli Group uses science to package metaphysics and spread the Cimos network to Wall Street. And my copper buckle was hot, and the eight characters appeared: "Bingwu burns gold, and nine purples cast copper." They think high fever is a disease, but I know it is the final kill of the civilization's immune system. They fear the birth of a new order, I laugh they will feed their own graves. On March 3rd, the earth's veins opened, Ayi's projection gradually faded, and she silently said "I'm waiting for you." And I counted the golden lines spreading on the back of Cole's neck and pressed the switch—— "Old times, it's time for a blackout." Core highlights: Security counterattack × cognitive crushing × civilized delivery "You think he's working the night shift, but he's actually going through a thunder tribulation; you think you're monitoring him, but he's actually feeding the New God." -Starting security guard Thunder Tribulation