Data Immortal Path: Transmigrator's Neon Tribulation Break

Chen Hao's last memory was that botched 2025 VR heist—cyber thugs closing in, neural jack frying from overload. "Damn laggy sim," he spat before error codes ate him alive. He jolted awake gasping in a body reeking of ozone and fake congee, sprawled on a flickering maintenance deck high up the Neon Dao Sect's Tianzhu Megaspire. Holo-lanterns pulsed: "Refine your data soul—upload to eternal heaven!"Neon smog burned his lungs. Below, street cultivators peddled bootleg spirit chips. His new hands—rough, wired with cheap bionics—clutched a mop that doubled as a qi stun-baton. Wrist tattoo glowed: Outer Disciple #69420: Janitor. Spirit Core: F-. Contribution: -12. This body's dao-name? Ghost Script."What the hell is this?" Chen Hao—now Ghost Script—muttered. A voice stabbed his skull: [SYS Error-42 online. Host: Meat Puppet. Status: Respawn. Bug: You shouldn't be here. Heaven's Algorithm flags anomaly. Delete? Y/N?]Sect in ChaosAlarms screamed—blood-red lights flooding halls. Explosions shook the spire: Shadow Demon Sect hackers hitting the Dao Cloud core. "Node 7 breached! Soul shards corrupting!" Elder Voidline roared. Disciples in trench-hanfus rushed by, sword-qi humming, blind to the F- scrub.SYS snickered glitchy: [Tip: Mop = artifact. Swing for Spirit Infuse Lv.1. Or bawl like a noob. Heh.] Ghost Script gripped it tight. Spirit energy sparked from deck vents into his core, scorching like moonshine lightning. He barked a grim laugh. "Truck-kun'd into cyber-xianxia janitor? Heaven, you owe me big."Low-ranks swarmed him for easy loot in the panic. "Trash Ghost Script! Fork over the access jade or soul-scatter!" Leader Iron Fang snarled, chrome teeth flashing. Ghost Script dodged the qi-fist—pure gamer twitch—and swung hard. Crack! Lightning spirit arced, nuking Iron Fang's implants. Dude spasmed, spewing neon froth.Glitch God's DebutFight went pitch-black funny quick. One thug's cyber-leg crapped out mid-kick, sending him tumbling into a cryo-vent—flash-frozen, shattering like bad jade. Another hurled a data-flyer sword; Ghost Script blocked with the mop, accidentally meme-bombing the guy's mind-sea. Cat-mechs and rickroll loops flooded in. "Make it... stop!" he gurgled, clawing air till soul-pop.SYS howled: **[Unlock: Janitor's Payback. Spirit +0.1. Alert: Elder Voidline scanning. Bolt or breakthrough? PS: I'm heaven-adjacent. Delete Y/N?] **Ghost Script sprinted for the core hatch. Breach the Dao Cloud, snag heaven's root code? Crash the whole damn system!Hatch wrenched open—a titan shadow fell. Elder Voidline, Golden Core Lv.89, eyes lit with soul shards. "Anomaly locked. Soul purge now." Ghost Script grinned through the terror, dark humor kicking in. "Elder, ever read the patch notes?"Thunder-qi cracked. SYS stuttered: [Turbo: Engage? Risk: Soul shard loss 47%. Payoff: Godhack.]Tianzhu quaked. Delete... or rewrite the cosmos?