Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

The vice-dean was slammed heavily onto the cold floor tiles of the Taiji Hall. Li Shimin looked down at this traitor who had almost ruined the Tang Dynasty.

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the deathly silent hall.

The vice dean's worn-out research coat was covered in black oil stains and mud.

His cloudy eyes, no longer obscured by his glasses.

He was staring intently at the pair of bright yellow dragon boots above him, his wrinkled face showing no fear, but rather utter disdain.

In front of the dragon throne, the flame of the eternal lamp flickered slightly in the cold wind.

Li Shimin did not roar loudly; he simply stood quietly at the top of the white marble steps.

His right hand gripped the pure gold back scratcher tightly, his knuckles turning a bloodless, pale white from the excessive force.

The eyes of this Tang emperor were as deep as a stagnant pool.

There was no ripple of emotion, but the palpable killing intent emanating from it made the civil and military officials standing on both sides afraid to even breathe.

"Your Majesty, kill them all. If I can force the Heavenly Pivot to shut down tonight, that will be recorded in history!"

The vice dean struggled to lift his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody mucus towards the platform.

"The calculations of the human brain ultimately forced that rebellious son to give up. I haven't lost out, I haven't lost out at all!"

His laughter was hoarse, sharp and piercing under the empty dome, carrying an almost insane, morbid obsession.

"Fang Xuanling, according to the new laws of the Tang Dynasty, what should be the sentence for the crime of betraying national defense technology?"

Li Shimin finally spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Your Majesty, he should be executed, and his entire family exiled."

Fang Xuanling quickly stepped forward, bent down, and was shocked. His forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"No, killing him would be too lenient."

Li Shimin sneered, turned around, and slammed the pure gold short handle in his hand hard onto the dragon table.

It emitted a dull, metallic clang.

"My unfilial son just sent me a very interesting suggestion from Hawaii."

He said, "Since you enjoy hiding in the digital shadows of the dark web and opposing the government so much, then you can stay in the shadows for the rest of your life."

He slowly raised his right hand and drew a bright red, top-level isolation command on the offline panel of the Tian Shu main control board.

"By imperial decree, this person shall be immediately stripped of his citizenship and all information in the Tian Shu household registration database shall be cancelled."

Their fingerprint records, facial infrared features, voiceprint recognition, and genetic sequences were physically shredded from Datang's global central database!

Li Shimin pressed down hard on the Enter key.

"Not only him, but all the inventions and patents he left behind will be completely erased!"

"What? You're not going to kill me? Li Shimin, you tyrant, what are you planning to do?!"

The vice dean was stunned. In that instant, a look of fear suddenly flashed across his previously crazed eyes.

He was used to the weapons and tools of the old era.

But this completely bloodless technological trial made the hairs on his body stand on end in an instant.

The data stream on the dashboard was physically refreshed within one microsecond.

[The personal ID of the Vice President of the Chinese Academy of Sciences has been permanently formatted.]

[Current status: Unregistered, unknown creature.]

This means that from this very millisecond, he has become a completely "digital transparent person" in this highly digitalized new Tang Dynasty society.

The cruelty and cold-bloodedness of this punishment, displayed in the next ten seconds, revealed an extreme terror that made mortals tremble.

He could no longer open the doors of the Academy of Sciences.

Because no identification gateway will recognize a bunch of biometrics that are defined as "useless garbage".

He couldn't buy a single drop of water from the roadside vending machine; his digital payment code would immediately detect a system overflow malfunction the moment he approached.

Even miniature holographic guard dogs kept in ordinary people's homes.

When scanning his facial contours, it only treats him as a constantly wriggling, ownerless mosaic, without even triggering a barking command.

"No...you can't do this to me! It's worse than killing me!"

The vice dean finally understood, and his aged face was completely distorted by fear in an instant.

He nervously grabbed his hair and frantically kowtowed on the floor tiles of the Taiji Hall.

All his pride and knowledge could only be generated by relying on the vast industrial system of the Tang Dynasty.

Now, he has been completely exiled by this world built of code.

He is unable to consume, unable to work, and unable to prove his existence.

He will be a living corpse, begging on the long streets of the capital, unable to even get a single piece of bread.

This deep-seated fear has been completely erased from modern society.

It is a thousand times more painful than having one's head chopped off.

As the civil and military officials looked at the scientist howling on the ground like a wild dog, their micro-expressions revealed nothing but shock and extreme awe for the technological imperial power of the Crown Prince.

This is what happens when you offend the Creator.

"Drag him away and throw him into the refugee camp in the West Market, so he can see the grandeur of my Tang Dynasty."

Li Shimin waved his hand in disgust, turned around, and refused to look at the traitor who had collapsed into a limp heap.

Two Imperial Guards stepped forward expressionlessly.

Like dragging a meaningless piece of physical trash, he coldly held the vice dean tightly and forcibly dragged him out of the main hall.

The vice-president's desperate screams were followed by his being dragged out of the main hall. Li Shimin turned around, looking at the large disk that had lit up again and the Tian Shu control panel that had resumed operation; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.