The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

Zhongguancun Science Park, in the southern suburbs of Yanjing.

Modern office buildings, encased in glass curtain walls, soar into the clouds, resembling a cold, steel jungle.

And on the twelfth floor of one of the buildings.

In a huge open-plan office area, hundreds of small cubicles are closely connected.

The stark white fluorescent lights shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the workers' tired faces and making them appear bloodless.

The sound of the keyboard clattering was like a dense downpour, and the air was filled with a strange smell of cheap instant coffee, overnight sweat, and anti-hair loss spray.

Suppressed, numb.

This is the daily routine of all low-level programmers.

In a corner cubicle by the window.

Thirty-year-old Zheng Qiang sat blankly at his desk, which was piled with coding books and hair loss miracle drugs.

His bloodshot eyes, peering through thick-rimmed glasses, were fixed intently on a document placed in front of him.

"Employees negotiate and terminate their contracts."

These bold, large characters were like a sharp dagger, piercing the last shred of dignity deep within his heart, causing him immense pain.

Just five minutes ago.

The department head, who was usually all about flattery and knew nothing about technology, called him into his office and, in a cold and formulaic tone, pronounced his "death sentence."

"Old Zheng, don't blame the company."

"Your health isn't what it used to be; you can't handle pulling all-nighters coding anymore. Even though you're a long-time employee, your cost-effectiveness... really can't keep up with those recent graduates who can live at the company 24/7."

"I think you should just sign it and go settle the bill with the finance department. Don't make things awkward for everyone!"

Cost-effectiveness.

Zheng Qiang looked at the contract in his hand, his chapped lips trembling slightly, a wave of immense irony and sorrow washing over him.

He worked at this company for seven years.

Seven years!

He dedicated the best years of his youth, and countless days and nights that should have been spent resting and falling in love, to this company.

He poured his heart and soul into writing more than half of the company's core underlying code. Due to long-term overwork, he not only went bald but also developed a host of occupational diseases.

He thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he would one day be able to put down roots in this cold city.

But in the end, all I got was a flimsy layoff notice.

It's like a piece of industrial waste that has been squeezed dry of its last bit of value, ruthlessly swept out by capital.

Zheng Qiang turned his head.

Looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the bustling, vibrant streets of Yanjing.

His heart was filled with desolation and despair.

This world is too cold and too cruel.

Even if ordinary people try their best, they can only work like slaves in this steel cage. If they are not careful, they will be crushed into dust.

"Heh...that's life."

Zheng Qiang gave a bitter laugh.

He didn't make a scene like a young person, nor did he beg his supervisor.

His long years as a corporate slave had long since worn down his rough edges.

He silently opened the drawer and began to tidy up.

He stuffed the teacup, stomach medicine, and notebook into his backpack.

and,

Just as his hand inadvertently reached into the backpack's inner compartment.

"Um?"

Zheng Qiang's fingers touched a cold, paper-like object.

He froze for a moment.

What is this thing?

With a question in mind, Zheng Qiang pulled it out.

It was a pure black envelope.

And this was the Dawn Invitation that Su Yu had previously stuffed into his backpack!

"What kind of prank is this?"

Zheng Qiang frowned, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and stared at the letter.

next second.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Under Zheng Qiang's shocked gaze, the dark gold-like patterns in the center of the black envelope began to twist and wander eerily.

This is a new feature unlocked by the [Organization Invitation] after the "Dawn" organization reaches Lv2.

The moment the target person touches the envelope, the power of the invitation's rules will be activated.

It's like mind reading; it can instantly peek into and capture the deepest desires, regrets, and despair in the reader's heart, thus generating seductive handwriting that strikes at the weakest point of the soul.

In just a few seconds.

The distorted patterns gradually took shape, and lines of dark gold text slowly emerged on the envelope:

Are you willing to be discarded like trash?

An eerie atmosphere is brewing; everyone is on edge.

Do you want to awaken your power? Do you want to change all of this?

[Then open it! Sign the contract and join Dawn!]

At this moment, Zheng Qiang was completely dumbfounded as he looked at the seemingly alive handwriting on the envelope.

Each word was like a powerful, heavy hammer, slamming into his already lifeless and numb heart.

"Awakening power? Changing everything?"

Zheng Qiang gasped and instinctively rubbed his eyes.

He felt he must be hallucinating because he was working overtime every night.

How could a letter possibly display text automatically?

And what's with all this talk about the impending eeriness and awakening powers? These are lines only someone with severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) would write.

but.

When his gaze fell once again on those small, gilded characters that exuded a mysterious aura and seemed to possess some kind of deadly magic, he couldn't look away.

These words seemed to possess some kind of magic, deeply attracting him.

Then, thinking about how we are abandoned by capital today, and how our dignity is trampled on in public, we realize that we are being abandoned by capital.

His taut nerves finally snapped at this moment.

Why should I?!

Why should he, who poured his heart and soul into his work, end up being kicked out?

If there really is a power that can overturn all this coldness, why doesn't he give it a try?

A surge of uncontrollable madness suddenly welled up in Zheng Qiang's heart.

"To hell with reason! To hell with science!"

"Fuck you!!"

Zheng Qiang clutched the letter tightly, his eyes red, and muttered self-deprecatingly:

"Anyway, I've already lost everything. Even if this is a prank, it'll just be another joke!"

"I'll go crazy with you this once!"

Driven by despair, Zheng Qiang made a move.

His hands trembled as he resolutely tore open the sealing wax engraved with an unknown totem on the black envelope!

"boom!"

Just as the sealing wax was torn off.

A sudden change has occurred!

Inside the entire office building, hundreds and thousands of glaring, pale fluorescent lights suddenly went out without warning!

The previously noisy keyboard typing stopped abruptly.

As darkness fell, a chilling, eerie atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire floor.

Not only that!

All the computer monitors running in the office building, the huge projectors, and even all the employees' mobile phone screens...

At that moment, everything turned into a bizarre, self-rotating, blood-red garbled code!

Countless distorted eyeballs made up of gibberish danced wildly on the screen, as if some indescribable horror was descending upon reality through the network.

The once clear sky outside the window was inexplicably obscured by a layer of black mist, and a mournful wind howled like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.