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

The mansion gates were kicked open, and several servants stared in horror at their usually elegant young master.

In the spacious main hall with its carved beams and painted rafters, the once-precious Persian carpet had been torn to shreds.

Various precious antique porcelain pieces were scattered all over the ground, shimmering with a cold, chaotic light under the pale blue holographic afterglow.

In a separate courtyard of the Changsun family, Changsun Chong, a distant nephew of Changsun Wuji, was lying on the ground in a completely unseemly manner.

His bright red Shu brocade robe was covered in mud and broken porcelain, his hair ornament was askew, and he was trembling like a quail just pulled out of ice water.

"Young Master! What's wrong, Young Master! Quickly, fetch the doctor!"

The steward turned pale with fright and rushed over, trying to help the man up from the ground.

But the moment his fingers touched Changsun Chong's arm, the young man on the ground reacted as if he had been branded with a hot iron, bursting out with sharp resistance.

"Get out of my way! Don't touch me! Give me back my helmet! Where are my wings? Where are my Nine Heavens Supreme Wings?!"

Changsun Chong screamed hysterically, his handsome face contorted into a grotesque grimace as his muscles twisted violently.

The horrific symptoms of this withdrawal reaction began to unfold in large numbers in the prestigious markets and districts of the Tang Dynasty at exactly 10 p.m.

These pampered scions of wealthy families, who were used to a life of luxury, were forcibly disconnected from the deep-sea network, causing their brains to instantly lose the supply of dopamine, which was extremely stimulating.

The blissful illusion woven by the Tian Shu system turned into a pitch-black, deathly silence in a fraction of a second.

After their nervous systems became accustomed to high-intensity cyber stimulation, they were suddenly confronted with the mundane and cold physical reality of the real world.

That intense sense of emptiness and neuronal disorder transformed into millions of poisonous ants, frantically gnawing at their bones.

"Ouch! Something's drilling into my brain! Uncle, help me!"

Changsun Chong rolled around on the ground in agony, banging his head against the wall, making dull, physical impact sounds.

He smashed the brick wall covered with high-end wallpaper until it bled a little, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to frantically bang his forehead against the hard floor tiles.

The servants and maids around were so frightened that they knelt on the ground. No one dared to step forward to stop him. They could only watch helplessly as this young master, who was usually so arrogant, was floundering in the mud and water, barely clothed.

This group of people, displaying such ugly behavior, has completely torn apart the noble facade that wealthy and powerful families have maintained for hundreds of years.

Inside the Lu family's residence, not far from Zhuque Street, several young masters renowned throughout Guanzhong were slumped in mahogany chairs, foaming at the mouth.

Their hands and feet were in a strange, stiff position, and their eyes rolled upwards wildly, revealing a pale white expanse of white.

Some even completely abandoned their dignity, kneeling on the ground and begging the servants to put that damned helmet back on them.

"Please... just let me in for one last look... my virtual concubine is waiting for me... just one minute! I'll give you that fabric shop in the West Market!"

The young duke of the Lu family tugged at the steward's trouser leg, tears and snot streaming down his face, his voice hoarse and distorted as he cried out.

This extreme contrast reveals the horror of cyber addiction and sends chills down the spines of all the old military leaders who had never been exposed to the internet.

Faced with the dimensional reduction and domestication of code and high-frequency current, worldly etiquette and family honor are washed away in an instant.

These are descendants of aristocratic families who usually consider themselves the elite of the empire.

At this moment, Donggong is faced with the most basic anti-addiction patch.

They behaved worse than beggars on the street, becoming the most humble and obedient slaves of digital wealth.

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad! This isn't some paradise on earth, it's clearly a soul-reaping trap set by Yama, the King of Hell!"

The old general Cheng Yaojin stood in the side hall of his house, looking at his eldest son Cheng Chumo, who, although he had been forcibly kicked off the show, was still twitching in bed.

Enraged, he slammed the sword at his waist onto the table with a loud crash.

"The imperial court used to use swords and spears to control criminals, but now the Crown Prince has used a thin iron wire to crush all these little bastards in the city!"

This social upheaval, at midnight, transformed into a series of rapidly flashing electronic folding lights, crashing down relentlessly onto the Daming Palace.

The Taiji Palace kept receiving reports from various places that the sons of powerful officials had gone mad.

"Report! In Jiangnan Province, the eldest son of the governor's family, terrified by the internet outage, has smashed all of his family's holographic screens!"

"Report! Three core members of the Lu clan of Fanyang are on a hunger strike in front of the ancestral hall tonight, demanding that the Crown Prince hand over the special code for the midnight circuit breaker!"

Li Shimin, seated on the dragon throne, stared at the reports of losses and madness constantly popping up on the panel. His weathered face turned bluish in the flickering candlelight.

The old man gripped the jade seal tightly, wanting to smash it down, but found that he barely had the strength to even do that.

Those successors of the Tang Dynasty who actually controlled countless industries and mines in reality.

But at this moment, he became a digital leek that his rebellious son could easily format with a single click on that beach in Hawaii.

"Absurd! My empire... Am I really going to hand it over to these useless people who can't even quit the internet?!"

Li Shimin's roar echoed desolately in the deathly silent hall.

Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji lowered their heads, neither daring to respond to the emperor's words at this moment.

Everyone understands that while Anti-Addiction 2.0 used the most brutal means to suppress the mutated rebellion, it also exposed the weakest and ugliest side of the privileged class of the Tang Dynasty to the people of the world.

And at the heart of this storm of lamentation that swept through the city's elite.

Inside the Cyberspace Administration of China headquarters building in the city that never sleeps, dozens of giant quantum cooling pipes are emitting a low whistling sound at full load.

The deep blue spectrum wove into a giant spider web within the control cabin, which spanned several hundred square meters.

Amidst the chaos, Wu Zetian, leading the Tang Dynasty Cyber ​​Security Office, ignored the young masters rolling on the ground in disarray.

"Sir, those old bones from the powerful families have started withdrawing their business licenses from the dark web."

The operator's fingers left afterimages on the holographic keyboard as he shouted without turning his head.

"They think that cutting off the internet will protect their real-world capital, and they're using a secondary backup gateway to frantically launder money from overseas accounts!"

Wu Zetian stood aloof in front of the main control panel, her fully armed tactical light armor gleaming a deathly iron gray under the cold light.

Faced with this massive capital flight spanning several provinces.

On her exquisitely beautiful face, there was not a trace of panic. On the contrary, her long, phoenix-shaped eyes were filled with a cruel and confident air, as if she had completely manipulated her prey.

She knew that the anti-addiction 2.0 patch issued by Li Chengqian was never for simple law enforcement punishment.

That was the most hardcore way to shake the mountain and intimidate the tiger.

If you cut off the dopamine of those rich kids, those cunning and calculating family heads in reality will inevitably reveal their true colors in a panic.

"Let them wash their hands, let them relinquish the gateway to the thirteenth main road of the national treasury. I want them to reveal all their cards to the light of day."

Wu Meiniang sneered, a shrewd and cold smile curving her lips.

Her fair hands slowly tightened on the virtual lever.

The older generation of powerful clans in the Tang Dynasty, who had spent their lives playing the game of monopoly and hereditary succession, were as weak as country bumpkins who had never seen the world when faced with the digital hunt of the new era.

She stared at the few weak reverse data streams exposed by the forced network disconnection in the background, her eyes sharp as knives.

"Sir! We've got it! The physical IP gateway of the Gongshu family at the foot of Mount Li... it's finally lit up!" The operator excitedly clenched his fist. The few dark purple waveforms on the screen that were originally as slippery as eels were, without any doubt, locked in the center of the disk by the pale white ancestral key of the Tian Shu system within milliseconds.

Wu Zetian drew the electronic particle-infused short blade bearing the imperial seal of the Eastern Palace from her waist with a backhand motion. Her cold voice carried a chilling killing intent in the sweltering server room: "Issue my highest kill order! Have the first and second battalions of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry stationed in the West Market physically break camp! By midnight tomorrow night, I want to see all the ancestral initial codes of the Taiyuan Wang Clan and Old Man Gongshu completely reduced to ownerless, formatted mosaics on the offline panel of the Taiji Hall!"