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

The white light lasted for three seconds, followed by a long, deafening shattering sound.

The physical trajectories of the falling golden cudgel had already overlapped.

But the jarring effect of the data, three seconds later, transformed into a muffled thunderclap, violently exploding deep within everyone's consciousness.

In that instant, the entire virtual Chang'an city, a gray, chaotic wasteland, began a massive logical collapse.

The cables used for smuggling data emitted a sharp short-circuit whistle as they succumbed to the force of the impact.

"Sir! The circuit breaker data for the main index is being reset to zero! That beast's defenses have crumbled!"

Inside the Cyberspace Administration of China, the red alarm lights turned green in large numbers.

The previously flashing scarlet warning, like receding tide, was instantly and forcibly washed away by a pure golden aurora code.

The operator was slumped over the control panel, his hands shaking violently.

Due to the sudden relaxation after being under excessive mental tension, large patches of cold sweat splattered onto the blue electronic panel on his forehead.

Wu Zetian breathed a sigh of relief, watched the market data stabilize, and slumped into her chair.

Her gorgeous tactical brocade dress was soaked with sweat.

It stuck stickily to his upright back.

She stared blankly at the golden afterimage in the center of the screen as the stick slowly retracted.

My fingertips trembled unconsciously.

"Your Highness... is truly an unreasonable code bandit."

The evil dragon disintegrated into a torrential downpour of green gibberish.

That enormous body, tens of thousands of feet long.

In that microsecond, not even a decent scream could be uttered.

Its massive architecture is assembled from tens of thousands of illegal cheat programs.

In a matter of milliseconds, the national computing power contained within the Golden Cudgel smashed it into the most primitive zero and one mosaic.

The green error message symbols, like a deadly downpour, pounded against every corner of the long street.

Any smuggling operation that touches this rainwater becomes a springboard.

All within a microsecond.

It was physically cleaned up and rendered nonexistent by the automatic cleanup protocol.

The deadlock protocol that bound 100,000 young people was forcibly severed by the torrent of computing power.

That black and red gallows that originally used the brains of commoners as a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Under the glow of pure gold's death light.

It didn't even last a fraction of a second.

Its logical dead loop was cut through like slicing rotten flesh by the torrent algorithm thrown out by Li Chengqian.

A brutal yet safe, forceful severance.

In that instant, the consciousness particles of 100,000 young people finally broke free from the shady shackles of the aristocratic family.

They transformed into tiny, luminous golden dust particles.

Following the restored compliant Datang public network route, they returned to their respective physical bodies.

"Ding! The entire territory defense network has been upgraded."

Physically blocking the unauthorized access point.

In reality, the illegal interface of the nutrient tank in the shed is automatically tripped and popped out.

The migrant worker settlement in the west of the city.

Deep within those basements and shacks, reeking of a pungent, musty smell.

On the outer shells of rows of sheet metal nutrient tanks, there were those dark purple light nets that used to flash frequently.

Within the same millisecond, a crisp, physical crackling sound, like a transformer burning, was simultaneously emitted.

"Pat! Pat! Pat!"

The sound of fuses tripping and opening rang out in rapid succession.

Those illegal helmets with rough weld marks on the edges are forcibly driven by the internal high-pressure overload protection mechanism.

The safe pop-up logic was automatically activated.

High-voltage electric needles were inserted into the subcutaneous tissue of the refugees' heads.

It emitted wisps of white, burnt smoke.

They all popped up automatically.

The physical connection between the body and the black market of ley lines was ruthlessly and safely severed.

"Ah! My divine wine! Don't take away my Lingyan Pavilion!"

A gaunt laborer suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils, which had been dilated and unfocused, focused on the real moonlight shining through the rooftop for a mere millisecond.

Finally, it began to slowly refocus.

He was breathing heavily and frantically, while frantically digging at his forehead with his calloused hands.

But the world before his eyes.

The illusory bliss has been completely devoid of any mosaic.

All that remained was the gradually calming snow on the long street, and his own cold, numb body.

He survived, but his dopamine-fueled dream was smashed into lifeless fragments by that golden cudgel.

Inside the Daming Palace, Li Shimin stood barefoot in front of the control panel.

The curve of the royal special dividend finally stopped falling in the broader market.

The old man's face turned bluish.

The skin and flesh, stiffened with fear, finally relaxed little by little.

"Thank goodness... If this rebellious son had been even a millisecond slower, my dragon throne would have really had to be pledged to the central bank."

The old man threw the chipped Tian Ce sword in his hand to the ground.

It produced a loud, physical impact sound.

He plopped down on the bed, wiping the sweat from his face, and grumbled angrily.

Fang Xuanling also breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man's eyes were filled with a sense of relief at surviving a catastrophe.

He bent over and carefully picked up the imperial tablet that had fallen into the cold air vent.

"Your Majesty, the minds of 100,000 sons have been saved."

The Wannian County government has just sent a report.

Those young men who used to lie in those metal cabinets in the west of the city are now all eating steamed buns with gusto.

Changsun Wuji lay prone not far away.

His fat face appeared numb from the excessive stimulation.

He rubbed his aching temples, watching the projection on the big screen of the young prince who had changed back into his floral shorts and was continuing to slurp up an ice-cold cola.

An unprecedented fear flickered in the old fox's eyes.

"From now on, the world... will truly be ruled by this rebellious son's algorithm."

"Stop flattering me."

In the center of the transoceanic holographic screen, Li Chengqian casually tossed an empty soda can into a shredder.

It emitted a piercing, metallic, shredding sound.

He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his body; his eyes behind his sunglasses were as cold as a frozen pool.

"Old man, my anti-addiction 2.0 only pulled out those who disconnected."

As for those old, powerful families who want to be gods...

Since they enjoy smuggling and trafficking, let them confess their entire family history in the real-world prison of the Great Snow Dragon Riders.

Li Chengqian rested one hand on the armrest of the rattan chair.

A cynical yet chilling smile played on his lips, befitting the chief planner.

The aftershocks of this great panic, in this one minute, finally completed the perfect physical encirclement of all underground black market activities in the Tang Dynasty.

The powerful families thought they could use human lives as a cheat code to outmaneuver the imperial court.

But don't know.

In this new era where the Creator sets and rules.

All their privileges and greed are nothing more than a line of system junk that can be formatted with a single click at any time.

On Suzaku Avenue, there were those homeless people who were originally smashing light bulbs to protest against new technology.

After seeing the system notification on the wristband.

They all put down their carrying poles in a daze.

"Safe now? The imperial court has retrieved our child's soul from the ground?!"

The women, holding their surviving children, wept bitterly in the mud.

But this time, it wasn't because of despair, but because of regaining the sense of security of real life.

Captain Xu Xiao stood beneath the physical cooling tower of the supercomputing center.

He heard the imperial edict to withdraw troops coming through the bracelet.

The commander of the Xuanjia Guard let out a long breath and forcefully tucked the command flag, which represented physical annihilation, back into his waistband.

"Withdraw! Physically dismantle all the red-coated cannons' firing lines!"

The tracks of the heavily armored vehicles roared as they turned on the bluestone slabs.

The mixed company of the Great Snow Dragon Riders, carrying particle sabers, has crossed the ceasefire line in Jiangdu.

They launched a final physical assault on the dark air-raid shelter.

In reality, the net of reckoning, in every millisecond, with the absolute ruthlessness of imperial power, is crashing down on those self-proclaimed immortal old aristocratic families.

The bell of Taiji Hall rang again, its lingering sound sounding particularly lifeless in the cold wind of the first month of the lunar calendar.

The rescue alert sounded, but for the culprits, their hell had only just begun.

"My lord! Something terrible has happened! Young Master Wang's central nervous system is experiencing a high-frequency meltdown, and he's vomiting blood!" Elder Cui's mournful cry echoed from deep within the air-raid shelter.

At this moment, Young Master Wang was clutching the illegal server rack, now reduced to burnt iron slag. Thick black blood trickled from his eyes. His brain, churned into mush by the transoceanic computing power clash, was drooling as he unconsciously muttered, "Li Chengqian... give me back my rights to issue new shares... I am the true Heavenly Dao... I haven't become an immortal yet!"