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

In the real world, outside Datang's physical computing center, countless large transport trucks are unloading the latest quantum server sets overnight.

The heavy truck tires crunched over the snow-covered alloy road surface with a teeth-grinding sound.

Large plumes of thick, white, hot exhaust gas spewed from the massive exhaust pipe, blurring the dark night sky.

As soon as the physical gates were opened, hundreds and thousands of outsourced workers, dressed in heavy winter clothing, braved the cold wind and rushed onto the unloading platform.

Amidst the piercing roar of hydraulic oil, the mechanical crane slowly extended, steadily stacking boxes of heat exchange cabinets, gleaming with a metallic sheen, onto the ground.

On the side of the main hall, Li Shimin had just taken off the heavy holographic helmet that still retained the warmth of his body.

He rubbed his dry temples and looked at Li Chengqian, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, with a puzzled expression.

"You brat, I was just buying land and skins inside, and the noise outside sounded like an earthquake!"

The old man narrowed his eyes, puzzled.

"Father, do you really think those radiant wings and rare mounts in the metaverse are just strings of characters growing in the air?"

Li Chengqian rubbed his chin wearily, pulled over a chair and sat down, casually tapping the table with his pointer.

"Every high-frequency light refraction in there, and the dynamic feedback generated when each young master races in mid-air."

All of these require real-world silicon-based supercomputing centers to perform real-world simulations using massive amounts of current within a fraction of a millisecond.

His languid voice echoed in the empty hall, yet carried an undeniable sense of technical cruelty.

"The more frantically people consume in the fictional metaverse, the more the frequency of data interaction explodes exponentially."

Instantly, a massive computing power demand, enough to devour rivers, will be generated within the monster's mouth.

This demand, under the iron curtain of data, is forcing our real-world technology landscape to undergo an irreversible and aggressive expansion.

Li Shimin was stunned and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in disbelief.

Following his dragon eyes, one could see hundreds of newly built silicon-based chip manufacturing workshops burning brightly all night long in the distant heavy industry park.

The towering chimneys spewed out scalding white steam, presenting a distorted industrial panorama under the moonlight.

The high-purity polycrystalline silicon furnace emits a deep, muffled roar at temperatures of thousands of degrees Celsius, continuously pouring batches of conductive silver paste, representing the lifeblood of the new era, into the molds.

In order to maintain the elusive supreme privilege within that glowing box, the noose of electrical engineering has been quietly tightened over the entire empire's land.

"Sir, the third and fourth hydroelectric generator units in Jiangnan Province have all been switched to high-load operation tonight!"

On the Cyberspace Administration's back-end terminal, the sound of reports from the supervisors was almost constant.

"In order to provide real-time convection rendering for 500,000 holographic helmets throughout the city, a special high-voltage substation deep in the Qinling Mountains is on the verge of overload."

This massive siphon generated by nothingness, with an unimaginable and absurd logic, crashed heavily into the lives of those at the bottom of society.

In order to rush the production of the latest generation of high-frequency shielded connection cables, heavy industrial workshops in the West Market even posted recruitment notices in farmland within a radius of hundreds of miles.

"Work through the night! Anyone skilled in operating the fiber optic fusion splicer will be paid daily, three times the previous rate!"

An old steward under the Lu family shouted in a hoarse voice in front of the refugee camp, using his credit points to clear a path, attracting countless strong men with red eyes to squeeze forward.

Countless carpenters and blacksmiths face unemployment in reality due to overcapacity.

In that instant, they transformed themselves, donned blue anti-static work clothes, and slipped into those cleanrooms with constant temperatures year-round.

Although they couldn't understand the dense, maze-like transistor circuits on the miniature motherboard.

But they can truly feel the substantial salary in their hands, the kind that can be easily withdrawn in digital currency.

The immense power generated by this interaction between the virtual and the real is revitalizing the stagnant economic cycle of the Tang Dynasty with overwhelming force.

"Mr. Fang, take a look at these latest reports."

Wu Zetian tossed a newly generated industrial value-added curve chart onto the long table, her phoenix eyes gleaming with the shrewdness of a wealth queen.

"In the past two weeks, because the young men of aristocratic families have been showing off their wealth in the 'Second Chang'an,' the copper mining volume of the Tang Dynasty has increased fourfold, and the import volume of insulating rubber has increased tenfold."

The national treasury not only absorbed excess liquidity, but also conveniently revitalized an entire heavy industrial chain of high-end silicon-based chips in reality.

As Fang Xuanling gazed at the industrial expansion curve that seemed to be soaring into the sky, his ancient rationality, which had been somewhat diminished by the nationwide power outage, was now overwhelmed by the grand spectacle of the technology tree shining brightly once again, leaving him speechless with awe.

He slapped his thigh blankly and spun around three times.

"Heavens above... Your Highness has clearly used a game of gods and ghosts to transform the fleeting wealth of those noble families into the steel and bridges that pave the way for our Great Tang Dynasty!"

In this wave of industrial restructuring fueled by vanity.

Unbeknownst to many, the comprehensive national strength of the Tang Dynasty, in a concealed yet incredibly steady manner, leaped to a new level that even ordinary people could not measure with the naked eye.

Those aristocratic families whose wealth is restricted by the new laws in reality and who dare not act easily.

They are being stripped clean by a high-level algorithm, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, and have all been transformed into rows of green-glowing quantum mainframes in the real world.

In a side hall of the Taiji Hall, Li Shimin looked at the constantly flashing miniature sky, which represented the crazy leap in industrial output.

The profound wisdom of a great ruler, which had become mercenary due to his land speculation, finally returned to his face in this minute.

He stared intently at the "Second Chang'an" floating in the void, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Chengqian...you brat, you really treat this world like a toy."

The old man sighed deeply and slumped back into his dragon throne, utterly exhausted.

Only now did he understand why that rebellious son never took the aristocratic families' conspiracy to rebel seriously.

Faced with absolute technological barriers and industrial dominance, those ancient schemes and tricks are no match for a superconducting copper wire produced in a real workshop.

The world has changed completely, leaving these old-era rulers like ignorant blind men, swept forward by the tidal wave of data.

The night breeze swept across the white jade steps of the Daming Palace, casting the light from the holographic lights into a series of mesmerizing colors.

In reality, the Tang Dynasty ushered in another industrial transformation amidst the roar of machines.

And that virtual city above the clouds is opening its greedy maw, built of code, ready to devour all the remaining injustices of this old era.

In this era where computing power is money, a down-on-his-luck scholar who used to beg on the streets of Chang'an accidentally typed a piece of code in the metaverse.

"Brother, where did you pick up that bracelet from?" A newly logged-in member of the Wang clan, riding a mechanical tiger, glanced at him disdainfully.

The poor scholar awkwardly tugged at his patched robe, a pale white light emanating from the black screen beneath his fingertips: "I just... just want to write a numerical poem in this space that my elder sister can see."