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

At 10 p.m., the clock tower of Daming Palace struck a deep, resonant bronze tone.

It was a deep, physical roar.

The deep, resonant sound of bronze echoed through the quantum transmission network of the city that never sleeps.

The news spread throughout Chang'an.

The homeless people who were originally smashing light bulbs with carrying poles on Zhuque Street.

As the bell tolled, everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing and turned to look up.

That is, at the very moment when the clock hand of the holographic clock jumps to the last position.

Li Chengqian placed the anti-addiction security logic gate on the base of Tian Shu.

It looked like a giant guillotine that had fallen from the heavens.

Within milliseconds, a devastating technical and physical crackdown was carried out on all unregistered illegal black market devices across the entire Tang Dynasty.

The curtain fell on the entire network, and the vision of all players with timeouts and illegal devices instantly turned into a blinding red error light.

It was a dark red waterfall, without a single impurity.

It instantly swallowed up the shimmering, light-filled scenery of Pingkangfang, where people sang and danced.

It forcefully pushed countless privileged people, who were indulging in their privileged lives and living like lords, down from their lofty heights.

The entire data network at that instant.

It emits a piercing, overloaded low hum.

The system's stripping process was slowed down into three thousand microscopic sub-mirrors at the TianShu Supercomputing Center.

The system forcefully and domineeringly stripped their consciousness from the blissful illusion back to their real bodies.

No one was given any time to write a diary.

Data tentacles were forcibly pulled out one by one from their subcutaneous tissue.

The feeling was like having their souls pulled out of warm water and stuffed into an ice cave.

"No! My Lingyan Pavilion! My Lingyan Pavilion is just one second away!"

Inside the imperial bedchamber of the Daming Palace, Li Shimin was rolling around on the dragon bed with his hair all messy.

His undergarments were soaked with cold sweat and clung stickily to his bloated belly.

Just now, in the cubicle, he was pulling Cheng Yaojin along, preparing to seal the virtual Lingyan Pavilion's ownership with the imperial seal.

As a result, when the stamp was less than a micrometer away from the table, his field of vision suddenly turned into a deathly red light.

The old man was blowing his beard and glaring in his bedroom.

He ripped the metal wire off his head.

He wasn't even wearing dragon boots; he was just stomping his bare feet frantically on the white marble floor tiles.

"You unfilial son! You unfilial son, I'll kick your father offline too!"

I was just a second away from buying that golden plaque!

And in Pingkangfang, the most expensive shopping district in Chang'an.

This mental collapse is caused by a sudden loss of dopamine supply.

This turned into an even more glaring, bloody tragedy.

Deep within the small building, on a soft, carved mahogany couch.

The young dukes of the Lu family were embracing a virtual, radiant courtesan, drinking a cyber-immortal brew worth a thousand gold coins.

In that very millisecond, just as they were about to take their next step and get closer to her, they were...

The courtesan in front of the young master of Pingkangfang turned into a red, garbled mess.

The exquisitely beautiful woman's dough began to twist wildly within a microsecond.

In the end, it turned into a disgusting worm made up of tens of thousands of green error messages twisted together.

Error code: 404.

Your device is suspected of cross-origin smuggling, and Tian Shu has performed a hardware format eviction of your consciousness.

"Ah! My darling! My beautiful concubine!"

Duke Lu suddenly straightened up.

He gripped his own neck tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with terrifying red veins.

He overturned the table in front of him, which was covered with gold and silver utensils.

The precious agate cup was smashed on the white marble floor tiles, shattering into hundreds of useless physical fragments.

The entire city erupted in shouts of shock and anger. The scions of aristocratic families, unable to accept the dopamine shortage, smashed their precious porcelain.

The Changsun family's villa and the Cui family's temporary residence.

In the once aristocratic and elegant mansions of powerful families.

At this moment, it was all this madness caused by mental and physical terror.

The young men, shirtless, rolled around in the mud and water of reality.

He used his fingers to dig into the cracks in the wall until his fingernails completely broke off and bled profusely.

"Connect it back to where it belongs! Wang De! Replace all the quantum chips in the manor's inventory with them!"

"Where are those constables from the Cyber ​​Security Department? Tell them to turn the Crown Prince's power back on!"

"It's just a few tens of thousands of coins! I have plenty of land deeds!"

Reconnect my brain to it!

One minute... no, give me ten more seconds of ecstasy!

The heirs of powerful families had now completely shed their former air of nobility, adorned with incense and jade.

They knelt before the servants.

He smashed those originally precious imperial porcelain pieces to pieces on his own forehead.

The crisp, physical sound of porcelain shattering echoed throughout every courtyard.

The terrifying withdrawal symptoms of this cyber addiction.

These were once the privileged class who were gentle and refined.

They were forced into becoming a pack of bloodthirsty beasts.

Their physical bodies in reality atrophied and decayed due to prolonged deep-sea diving.

At this moment, he suddenly experienced such a huge mental backlash.

The blood vessels under the skin throbbed rapidly, like startled earthworms.

"The Heavenly Dao... there's another Heavenly Dao underground that can be connected!"

Someone was screaming hysterically in the ruins, reaching out their bleeding hands to grope for broken, cheap internet cables.

No matter how much they cried and screamed, the only response on the bracelet was the cold, gray "Not compliant" error message from the system.

Inside the main control room of the Daming Palace, Wu Meiniang watched as patches of dark purple light on the large plate went out.

The cold glint in his phoenix eyes almost froze the holographic projection.

The anti-addiction network has been effectively shut down, thanks to the rat network laid out by the Shijia family at the bottom.

In this minute.

More than 99% of the nodes were effectively killed by the system.

"Sir, 40,000 high-frequency connectors across the city stopped smoking within the same millisecond."

"Tell the Snow Dragon Riders not to stop, but to follow these broken physical nodes."

Wu Zetian's voice was devoid of any human emotion.

She straightened her disheveled kesi long skirt.

"Those old bones have had their tubes removed in the cubicles, and now is the time when their bodies are at their weakest."

"Seize and shut down each workshop one by one!"

The snow was falling even harder on the long street.

Those homeless people who were originally partying and smashing light bulbs on Zhuque Street.

After seeing the ugly state of those young noblemen, their faces covered in blood, who crawled out of the upscale villas.

The anger in my heart was extinguished, as if it had been soaked in ice water.

This is not some divine gift at all.

This is a deadly talisman that will drain the entire Tang Dynasty dry from its very bones and flesh.

The facade of technological lies was torn open by the gate.

The bloody white bones inside were exposed.

The order of the entire capital was forcibly pushed back to the dark reality by the tolling of the gate bell that night.

Li Shimin lay on his bed in his palace.

I could hear the occasional sound of tiles being smashed outside.

Those calloused hands gripped his fists tightly.

"That unfilial son Chengqian... tonight he literally pulled out the backbone of all the powerful and wealthy people in the city with just a single internet cable."

This forced stripping of consciousness brought terrifying aftereffects. Inside a luxurious mansion on Suzaku Avenue, the sounds of shattered porcelain and agonizing screams, like those of a wild beast, echoed.

"Young master! Don't bite your tongue! Someone! Quickly use a solid wooden peg to gag the young master's mouth!" The old steward's desperate cries came from inside the room.

Changsun Chong, barefoot, repeatedly slammed his forehead against the large white marble pillar until his face was covered in black blood, roaring incoherently, "Li Chengqian... give me back my supreme divine weapon... I am the greatest strategist of the Tang Dynasty... let me go back... let me go back to my cubicle!"