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

Sunlight shone on the faces of the desperate parents and the rescued youth.

It was a ray of morning sunlight that pierced through the wind and snow of the entire night.

It carries a genuine warmth, unfiltered by any data matrix.

The dried bloodstains on the bluestone square outside Taiji Palace were illuminated, appearing as dark brown historical spots.

The acrid smell from the overloaded high-voltage machine room was gradually dissipating in the morning breeze.

The women, who had been kneeling all night, raised their mud-covered faces in a daze the moment their numb bodies came into contact with the sunlight.

"Good heavens... the snow has stopped, it's dawn!"

An old woman wearing a patched cotton jacket cried out in a dry, hoarse voice.

Her hands, covered in calluses, trembled so violently that she could barely grip the solid bundle on the ground.

Tears mingled with muddy water.

Following the deep, light gray wrinkles on her cheeks.

Drops fell onto the still-icy feet.

In front of them were hundreds of military medical tents erected overnight by the Great Snow Dragon Riders.

At that moment, a series of dense, physical friction sounds, like the straining of hard pipes, could be heard.

One hundred thousand young people have been revived after having their lifelines removed.

Those young bodies that had been lying in the refugee camp shacks for half a month.

In this microsecond.

As the black market helmet popped out automatically, their cerebral cortex finally regained control of the neural reflexes of their real limbs.

"Erwa! Open your eyes and look at your mother!"

"Wake up! Quickly drink this calming soup!"

Dr. Sun led over a hundred cyber doctors from the Royal Medical Center, jogging back and forth among the straw mats of various sizes.

Their medicine boxes made a crisp, kinetic echo as they were struck.

The doctors didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

Holding a foot-long silver needle and an offline physical potion, he roughly stabbed them into those withered arms that had just begun to twitch.

"It moved! The child's finger moved!"

A laborer who was helping out nearby shouted with delight.

Looking at the blue sky and their parents' calloused hands, the feeling of escaping death made them cry.

The young man opened his eyes, trembling.

The moment his pupils came into contact with the azure sky above, his eyeballs contracted and expanded at a high frequency, defying physical laws.

I spent half a month as a deity in the illusory hell of white bones.

Now I wake up.

What they saw was not the dazzling, colorful external wings.

It was his father's thick, blackened hands, covered in barbs from carrying timber at the dock.

"Dad... I thought I'd never see hot soup from home again..."

The young man grabbed the old man's neck and let out a hoarse howl.

Tears streamed down his sunken eyes.

The old man's old, coarse cloth collar was soaked through.

This is the human touch that comes from being dragged back to reality from the brink of cyber hell.

Make them cry like newborn babies in that one minute.

Having truly experienced the preciousness of reality, the internet addiction of the lower classes in Guanzhong has been completely shattered.

Their calves, their muscles atrophied from excessive deep diving.

Stepping onto the hard, muddy ground.

Although every step I took was excruciatingly painful.

But that down-to-earth sense of security is even more reassuring than the priceless Cyber ​​Immortal Brew in the store.

The lies of technology, under the bright sun of reality, have lost all their dignity.

Everyone looked at the piles of scrap metal hats on the street corner, being physically destroyed by the dragoons with flamethrowers, and their eyes were filled with lingering fear.

"To hell with that divine status! I'm never wearing that damn glowing box again!"

A strong laborer hugged his mother and cried, recounting the details of the still-smelling hot soup and noodles.

He knelt on his mother's lap, experiencing withdrawal symptoms; half of his face was still twitching rapidly.

"Mother, those compartments are full of evil spirits that cut out people's brains with knives."

I was granted a title of nobility inside, but all I'm chewing on is cold, pixelated material.

The hot soup noodles with scallions that cost two coins a bowl at home still taste the best!

Tomorrow I'll go back to the workshop with my second uncle to work the bellows. I'll earn credits through hard work, and I won't feel guilty spending them!

"Good boy, it's good that you're back. Now that you're back, let's settle down and work the fields and pump the bellows!"

The old woman held her son's head in her arms, patted his back with her withered hands, and tears streamed down her face.

The entire city is deeply reflecting on its actions under the sunlight.

It wasn't just the refugee camp; it included even the merchants on Zhuque Street who had originally joined the commotion and smashed the streetlights.

At this moment, he stood in front of his own shop, his face pale, sighing as he looked at the empty counter.

Everyone has come to understand a harsh truth.

The rules and money are all set by those shrewd swindlers. Ordinary people who go in don't even have the right to be a battery; they have to be subservient to others.

The most reliable option is still the real-world sale of children.

The Changsun family's villa and the Cui family's mansion.

One after another, heavily loaded horse-drawn carriages, physically covered with thick black cloth, were emitting a dull, low-frequency creaking sound as they carried out rows of drooling young masters from noble families through the gate.

Changsun Chong lay face down on the wooden board, the bloody hole on his forehead already scabbed over with black scabs.

He was still muttering nonsense about "refund".

Changsun Wuji stood behind the threshold, looking at his son's miserable state of being a cyber idiot. The skin on his old face twitched, and he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

On the high steps of the Taiji Hall in the Daming Palace.

The light from the ever-burning lamp appeared dim and useless under the sunlight.

Fang Xuanling bent over and carefully presented the newly drafted "Proclamation for Peace and Security of the People" above his head with both hands.

"Your Majesty, the shops in the West Market have reopened."

The craftsmen also spontaneously returned to the blast furnace.

After this night of turmoil, the prevailing atmosphere at the grassroots level has been completely eradicated by the prince's anti-addiction system.

Li Shimin stood on the high steps, looking at the people embracing each other, his red eyes filled with complex emotions and lingering fear.

The old man's dragon robe sleeves fluttered in the morning breeze.

His bare feet were on the cold white marble floor tiles.

Yet, it seemed as if I couldn't feel that bone-chilling cold at all.

His bloodshot, tyrannical eyes reflected the scene below: thousands of people embracing and weeping, returning to the world of mortals in the vast square.

His hand rested absently on the empty scabbard at his waist.

That night, Li Chengqian pulled the plug in Hawaii, physically cleaning up the entire internet of the dirty code that the aristocratic families had hidden underground.

It also encompassed all his pride and controlling nature as a father.

Give it to Sheng Sheng in a second.

The algorithm formatted it completely.

If it weren't for the secret door left behind by the Crown Prince, if he had opened fire tonight, the people lying in this square would all be brain-dead corpses, no longer breathing.

For the first time, the feudal imperial power of life and death appeared so powerless and ridiculous in the face of this new cyber force.

"Old Fang...go and pass on a message to the Cyberspace Administration of China."

Li Shimin stared at the distant horizon, his voice hoarse like never before.

The old man wiped the cold sweat from his face, his eyes flashing with extremely complex micro-expressions.

"Tell Meiniang that the millions that were taken from the royal treasury... I don't intend to keep them."

Consider it a subsidy for hot noodle soup distributed to all the people in the city.

Also, have that rebellious son Chengqian send me a message saying that I'm hosting a banquet in my palace tonight, and that he needs to reconnect the transoceanic airline to Hawaii so I can go over the accounts with the chairman.

When the old man uttered these words, his back was hunched, and the majesty of a general who had fought his way through the battlefield completely yielded to the rules of the new era in this bright and sunny morning.

The imperial court's proclamations to reassure the people lit up line by line on the holographic screen in the sky.

In this bloody finale, the ancient Tang Empire finally, albeit somewhat haphazardly, firmly and steadily stepped onto the solid track of a mature cyber civilization.

The brass bells on the long street rang out again, their lingering sound echoing reassuringly in the clear January sky.

"Your Majesty, the Protectorate of the Western Regions just sent an urgent coded telegram. The thirteen supercomputing towers of the Persian financial magnate seem to be malfunctioning." Wang De carefully handed over the golden bracelet from the side.