This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

"Oh shit!"

The fat man scratched his hair in frustration and paced back and forth in the cramped space.

"Knowing the cause but not being able to solve the problem is worse than fucking constipation!"

He paced back and forth, muttering curses under his breath, like a fat tiger trapped in a cage.

Suddenly, he stopped.

An extremely bold, even somewhat crazy, idea popped into his mind.

He suddenly slapped his thigh, startling Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer.

"Got it!"

The fat man's eyes gleamed with the light of a tech fanatic, and a sly smile played on his lips.

"Since it wants it, then we'll give it to it!"

Zhang Chen frowned: "The item is gone."

"Who said it's gone?"

The fat man chuckled and pointed to his head.

"It's really gone, but we can build one!"

"Haha! Let's do it this way!"

The fat man slapped his thigh, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of a tech geek.

"The ultimate prize for that competition back then was the first orange-tier weapon in the entire server, the 'Netherworld Demon Blade'!"

"I know this game well. I played it back in the day. Give me ten minutes, and I can recreate it exactly as it was!"

Zhang Chen looked at him without saying a word.

But before long, the fat man's excitement was quickly replaced by a cloud of worry, and he frowned.

"Oh no, there's one crucial issue I haven't considered! Having a divine artifact alone isn't enough."

"That bastard who stole his account deleted all his original equipment."

"I've never seen those equipment before, and only he knows their specific attributes. How am I supposed to recreate them?"

Zhang Chen remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively.

"Forget what kind of equipment it had before, just give it the best you can get."

"Do your best to equip him with the best gear a top player could have in his era."

Zhang Chen looked at the screen, as if he could see through the cold LCD screen and see the boy who had been trapped for ten years.

What we want to give him is not compensation.

"It is a belated 'honor'."

glory.

These two words struck the fat man like an electric current.

He paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically, his eyes behind the glasses shining brightly.

"I understand."

He stopped wasting time and threw himself back into his work.

This time, he wasn't cracking, he was creating.

His hands flew across the keyboard, so fast they almost left afterimages.

Lines of code flowed from his fingertips, constructing a lost world.

He is not just replicating the data of various equipment, but also tracing back an era.

What was the strongest shield attribute of that era?

Which dungeon drops the best helmet?

What insane tasks are required to obtain the rarest mounts?

He unearthed these data, long forgotten in the corners of the internet, from the depths of his memory and gave them new life.

The only sounds in the entire store were the crisp tapping of keyboards and the hum of server fans.

Time slips away quietly in the waterfall of code.

As night fell, a taxi pulled up in front of the mall.

Wang Xiaoer helped an elderly person into the mall, into a small space filled with electronic devices.

It is Song Jianguo.

The old man looked even older than yesterday, with sunken eyes and unsteady steps.

He stared blankly at the flashing indicator lights and complex wiring around him, his eyes clouded.

"Master... is this the place?"

Zhang Chen nodded and led him to the server that was covered in talismans.

"Uncle Song, we may need your cooperation next."

Zhang Chen's voice was soft, carrying a calming power.

He pointed to the black monitor screen.

"Your son... Xiaowen, he's in here."

"He waited for you for ten years."

Song Jianguo's body trembled violently.

He stared intently at the cold screen, something shattering in his cloudy eyes.

He reached out his hand, covered in age spots and wrinkles, as if to touch something, but then stopped in mid-air, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Zhang Chen handed over a small dish of cinnabar.

"Use this to draw on the screen as I say."

Song Jianguo took it, dipped his fingers in the red clay, and tremblingly drew on the smooth screen.

His movements were slow and laborious, as if he were sketching a rare treasure.

A crooked yet solemn "soul-soothing array" appeared on the screen.

The red of cinnabar and the black of the screen create an eerie harmony.

At this moment, the boundaries between technology and metaphysics become blurred.

"uncle."

Zhang Chen's voice rang out again.

"If you have something to say, just tell him."

"He can hear you."

Song Jianguo's lips moved, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He stared at the screen, at the array drawn with cinnabar, and tears streamed down his face without warning.

It's been ten years.

For the past ten years, he has spent every day in self-blame and regret.

He regretted why he had scolded him that day, and regretted saying so many hurtful things.

He wanted to apologize countless times, but could only talk to himself in the empty room.

All the longing and pain were suppressed in his heart, becoming a heavy boulder that made it hard for him to breathe.

"Xiao Wen..."

The old man finally spoke.

"Dad... Dad is so sorry..."

"Dad's a bastard... I don't understand... I don't understand anything..."

"I only wanted you to study hard. I didn't know... I didn't know those things were so important to you..."

"If I had known it would turn out like this... I... I..."

"Come back... Xiaowen..."

"You can scold me, you can hit me, it's all fine with me..."

"Please don't ignore me..."

The old man cried like a child, tears streaming down his face, pouring out all the words he had suppressed for ten years.

That wasn't just a simple lament; it was a father's confession.

Just as the old man's emotions reached their peak!

A glint flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes as he precisely affixed a prepared soul-soothing talisman to the center of the cinnabar array on the screen!

He suddenly hissed.

"Fatty, now's the time!"

"Give him back the 'glory' that belongs to him!"

"receive!"

The fat man was already ready and slammed down the Enter key!

"Buzz—"

The data flow was like a floodgate opening, instantly pouring into the virtual system!

On the screen, the game login interface that hadn't changed in ten years shattered with a crash!

Instead, there is Song Wen, the game character standing alone in the gray world.

The next second, a dazzling light burst forth from the character!

A set of dazzling, imposing purple armor appeared out of thin air and covered his body!

Magnificent shoulder armor, heavy breastplate, and boots burning with purple flames!

The character's hands are no longer empty.

A longsword radiating a soft golden light rested quietly in his palm.

That's the legendary artifact, the "Netherworld Demon Blade"!

The entire game screen was illuminated as brightly as day by this glory that was ten years overdue!

On the screen, the boy's face, which had been distorted and blurred by resentment, gradually regained its clarity after seeing the equipment.

He looked down at his armor and then at the weapon in his hand.

The violence and resentment that had lingered for ten years melted away like ice and snow.

The blood-red garbled text in the chat box disappeared.

A new line of small white characters, no longer blood-red, slowly appeared.

"Thanks……"

"...But this 'Judgment' suit isn't mine..."

"Mine is the 'Curtain' set..."