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

The down-on-his-luck scholar named Su Mu sat in a leaky shack in the slum, taking off the cheap holographic helmet he had salvaged from a garbage dump. His hands were trembling.

Cold rain dripped down the dilapidated thatched roof.

It hit his knuckles, which were covered in chilblains and slightly bluish from the force of the blow.

It made a dull, pattering sound.

Before him, the faint, pale sparks on the cracked black helmet, indicating its offline status, finally went out completely.

"Sister...it seems we won't have to go hungry anymore."

Su Mu turned his head and looked at the woman on the earthen bed, wrapped in a tattered cotton quilt, her face sallow. His hoarse voice trembled violently, unable to hide his emotions.

His eyes were red and swollen, and tears finally streamed down his dirty cheeks.

The physical tremor caused by extreme shock made it impossible for him to even stand still.

Just now, he used free data design tools in the metaverse to complete a class reversal that is worthy of being written into the textbooks of the Tang Dynasty.

As a poor scholar who even had to collect scrap metal to buy ink.

He had no leverage against capital in the real world, but in those cold codes, he transformed all his fantasies about a prosperous era into reality.

He perfectly blended the ancient Tang Dynasty-style long robe with hardcore cyberpunk elements featuring neon fiber optics and plasma streams.

That was a virtual appearance he named "Azure Phoenix Cyber ​​Tang Suit".

Originally, he only wanted to write a numerical poem and send it to his seriously ill sister in a box.

But no one could have imagined that the stunning visual impact of this garment, right from the moment it went online, would completely strike a chord with the vanity of newly rich and playboys.

"My God! This shimmering light, this pattern, it's even more captivating than the hundreds of items hanging in the Donggong Mall!"

"Buy it! This young master is going to wear this outfit to the virtual Qujiang Pool banquet tonight!"

Players went crazy; the golden notification sounds from the recharge system filled the public network, even causing localized lag on secondary main networks.

The arrival of wealth was like the most violent storm on New Year's Eve, crashing down on this leaky shed without warning.

Although Su Mu set the copyright commission rate to be only a negligible one percent.

However, the sheer size of the common people in the Great Tang Dynasty's universe pushed that number to an astronomical figure that ordinary people could not even comprehend within just three hours.

"Beep—Your Digital Treasure account has received a holographic appearance design bonus, amounting to 1.2 million credit points."

The line of data, shimmering with a warm green light, was like an unreal lightning bolt, forcibly illuminating the dark earthen house.

One million two hundred thousand.

Even if he didn't eat or drink and worked on a sewing machine in a workshop for three hundred years, he could never save up this huge sum of money in the real world.

He instantly transformed from a beggar despised by everyone on the street, who had to be subservient to others even when buying a flatbread.

Having overcome countless class barriers, he rose to become a highly sought-after digital elite in Chang'an.

"Young Master Su, this is the land deed for a luxury residence near Jin Guang Gate in the East City. Are you satisfied with it?"

He was a real estate agent who wouldn't have even given him a second glance.

He was just taking off his top hat, bending over like a boiled shrimp, and holding a specially made crystal tablet in both hands.

His face was full of fawning smiles.

Su Mu didn't say anything, but just gripped her sister's cold hand tightly. Under the watchful eyes of the entire city, she boarded the heavy-duty hovercar heading to the wealthy district.

This almost mythical story of upward social mobility made it to the top of the headlines across all holographic news outlets in the very first second of the morning.

[The embodiment of the Tang Dynasty dream! A down-on-his-luck scholar becomes rich overnight with a piece of code!]

Flashing neon signs rolled back and forth in the sky above the city that never sleeps, exuding an alluring sense of wealth and bliss.

It was like a powerful stimulant, piercing the hearts of those ordinary people still lost and confused.

"With enough creativity, even a digital tailor in the metaverse can rise to become a lord!"

"Stop carrying heavy bags at the dock, hurry up and go to the West Market to pawn your wristbands and buy a helmet!"

That's a paradise on earth opened up for us by His Highness the Crown Prince, where everyone has the chance to become an immortal or a god!

Countless ordinary people in reality are exploited by factory owners and established powerful families to the point of being unable to stand up straight.

In that minute, a deafening, frenzied shout erupted.

With bloodshot eyes, like a pack of wolves eyeing fresh flesh, they poured into every free interface of the Tang Dynasty Universe, frantically searching for their own get-rich-quick myth.

At this moment, the Crown Prince's plan completed the first phase of its closed loop.

Li Chengqian sat in a soft Hawaiian chair, watching the computing power traffic on the market surge again, almost burning out the servers, and sighed lazily.

"With role models, there will be a continuous stream of data."

These aristocratic families always think I'm cheating them out of their gold bricks, but they don't know that I'm opening up a bloodless path to advancement for the entire empire's lower classes.

He casually tossed the can into the trash can, his eyes behind his sunglasses cold and deep.

This is a method that uses algorithms to break down the rigid social hierarchies of the past.

In the eyes of those old forces who only know how to exploit the world through hereditary succession and monopoly, this is nothing short of the most thorough investigation.

"Your Highness, the royal family released a joint boycott statement on the public internet today."

Wu Zetian's holographic projection swayed slightly at the edge of the screen, her face displaying a cold, detached expression, as if watching a show.

"They said that Su Mu's unorthodox design seriously damaged the dignity of traditional Tang Dynasty clothing."

Young Master Wang is leading hundreds of noble sons in a hunger strike in front of the virtual government office in "Second Chang'an," demanding that the system indefinitely remove the "Azure Phoenix Tang Suit."

"Protest? They'd be better off buying a couple more plots of land."

Li Chengqian sneered disdainfully and lightly tapped the air with his fingertip.

"In the virtual world, whoever has the highest computing power holds the truth."

These old fogies, armed with a few dilapidated iron mines in reality, think they can interfere with my Creator's Agreement? They won't learn their lesson until they see the coffin.

However, the speed at which things spread exceeded the psychological defenses of these old aristocratic family heads.

In a side hall of the Taiji Hall, the newly formed "Royal Real Estate Speculation Group" members were gathered around Li Shimin's dragon desk, each with an unusually solemn expression.

Cheng Yaojin took off the pair of golden supreme wings and rubbed them irritably in his hands.

"Your Majesty, something doesn't seem right."

My sons went to the workshops in the West Market today to check the accounts.

He discovered that a full thirty percent of his weavers and blacksmiths had left, all holed up at home figuring out how to be number tailors within the confines of their cubicles.

"They think they can make millions just by drawing a few strokes in that game, so why would they want to work the real world on a loom for us?"

Yuchi Gong also chimed in with a dark expression, clutching a report on the actual reduction in iron ore production tightly in his hand.

"If this continues, our real-world workshops will be deserted, and all the credit points in the virtual marketplace will become nothing more than a mirage."

Li Shimin didn't speak. He just rubbed his temples heavily, staring at the fluctuating net worth of Su Mu on the screen.

Although he coveted the enormous wealth these figures would bring to the national treasury.

But as a qualified chairman of Datang, he understands even more clearly that the real economy is the lifeblood of this empire.

That rebellious son ignited the underlying fervor with a single piece of code.

However, this completely unreasonable class reversal has invisibly breached the moat of cheap labor that aristocratic families had built up over a century in reality.

Those old-established families who usually just lie on their laurels and count their money.

In this virtual innovation competition that tests creativity and algorithms, due to limited brain capacity, I ultimately made no contribution.

They could only watch helplessly as a beggar rode on their heads, using wealth to trample on their noble lineage.

This deep-seated jealousy and fear has transformed into an invisible, blunt knife, relentlessly slicing through the nerves of these old aristocrats.

But this story of upward mobility deeply stung the eyes of those old-established powerful families who possessed vast real-world capital but had made no achievements in virtual innovation.