Chapter 136 The Great Emperor Returns to the Village as Village Chief? This Desolate Mountain Valley Has Become the Center of the Universe!
"Ding! Detected that host Ye Feng has completed the 'Fortune Teller' mortal experience, current understanding of all aspects of life: Ultimate Perfection!" "Due to the host's strong curiosity about the 'involution' culture of modern cities, a random mortal role is now available: a mid-level backend developer at a certain internet giant—'Blessing Factory'. Note: 99.9999% of the host's cultivation has been sealed; current identity is an 'ordinary' office worker programmer." "Current task: Reorganize the workplace, sweep away the involution. Host, would you like to activate: Logic Rewriting, to make those self-proclaimed wealth tycoons understand what 'leaving get off work on time is the way of heaven' truly means?"
Fubao Building, a technology park in Shanghai.
It was the height of summer, and the hum of the central air conditioning in the office building was irritating. In his cubicle on the thirty-ninth floor, Ye Feng was wearing a faded plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, staring at the screen in front of him, filled with dense, tangled lines of code.
In front of him was an empty pan-fried dumpling box and a bottle of cheap, chilled soda.
Who would have thought that just half an hour ago, he was battling the gods high in the heavens, and now, he's being berated by a fat, greasy department head because of a "crash bug caused by excessive server load".
"Ye Feng! Are you even capable of doing this? This requirement is due to go live tomorrow, and now you're telling me the server can't handle it? Do you even know how many spirit stones... no, how much money the company has invested in this project?"
The supervisor was named Wang Defa, a well-known "king of involution" at Fubao Factory. His favorite saying was, "How can young people be called hardworking if they don't shed several layers of skin?"
Ye Feng slowly raised his head, his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses as calm as a deep pool, even carrying a hint of amusement.
"Manager Wang, the server can't handle it because of your stupid architecture design. If you insist on going live, there will only be one result: the entire data center will explode due to logical collapse."
"Explosion? Are you making up a science fiction novel for me?" Wang Defa slammed his hand on the desk, making Ye Feng's Coke bottle shake. "I don't care! If you can't fix this bug by midnight tonight, you're fired! The company doesn't support idlers, and it certainly doesn't support useless people like you who leave work on time!"
After saying that, Wang Defa slammed the door and left.
"Captain, I can't hold back anymore."
In the cubicle next door, a man with a buzz cut, wearing a tight vest, and whose large frame made him stand out from the crowd, approached. It was Hu Yanli, who had transformed into a "junior test engineer".
He was holding an aluminum decompression ball in his hand, which had now been crushed into a disc.
"I could slap a thousand of these filthy ants to death! How dare he make you work overtime? Does he even know that your output in one second could buy this entire planet?"
"Ali, calm down." Ye Feng took a sip of cola and tapped his fingers on the keyboard at will. "We're here to experience life, not to carry out a massacre. Killing him is too boring. I'm going to make him understand what 'true despair' is."
Ye Feng's fingers suddenly quickened their pace.
In his view, these code snippets were no longer cold characters, but rather flowing threads of laws.
"Since you like playing with data traffic and big files, then I'll give you something big."
Ye Feng casually added a symbol that only he could understand to the last line of code.
That symbol comes from a logical singularity in the "chaotic dimension".
Meanwhile, in the monitoring hall of the Fubao Factory headquarters.
"Report! The data center is experiencing abnormal fluctuations!" "Traffic volume is increasing exponentially! My God, this rate of increase has exceeded physical limits!" "Server temperatures are rising rapidly! The liquid cooling system has exploded! The entire power load in Shanghai is shifting towards our headquarters!"
Inside the CEO's office, Mr. Ma, the founder of Fubao Factory and known as the "descendant of aliens," suddenly stood up. He was also a master who had awakened "wealth superpowers," but at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of dread.
"Investigate! Investigate for me! Find out exactly where the problem lies!"
At this moment, on the thirty-ninth floor.
Wang Defa was bringing a few henchmen to check Ye Feng's progress. He had already planned that as soon as Ye Feng said he hadn't finished, he would immediately shift the blame and ruin Ye Feng's reputation in the entire industry.
"Ye Feng! Time's up! Your code..."
Wang Defa pushed open the door and entered, but before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot.
Instead of dry code, Ye Feng's computer screen displayed a miniature black vortex!
The vortex was frantically devouring all surrounding electronic signals, even forcibly sucking in Wang Defa's latest psionic phone, instantly turning it into dust.
"What...what are you doing? You've broken the server!" Wang Defa screamed.
"No, I just gave it a new 'soul'."
Ye Feng slowly stood up and took off his black-rimmed glasses.
In that instant, the seal was slightly breached. The buzzing of the machines throughout the entire Fubao Building fell silent instantly, and all the programmers, product managers, and HR personnel felt a tremor from the suppression of their bloodlines.
On the large screen, the previously complex business logic diagram disappeared, replaced by four bold, dark gold characters:
"Get off work. Get lost."
"Ye Feng! You're insane! I'm calling the police! I'm going to have all the superhumans in the industry put you on the wanted list!" Wang Defa roared madly.
Just then, the office door was kicked open again.
Mr. Ma, accompanied by a group of bodyguards and high-ranking officials from the Dragon Kingdom Security Bureau, rushed in with expressions of terror.
"President... President! Look, it's this Ye Feng! He damaged company property, he tried to destroy our Fubao Factory!" Wang Defa shouted viciously, pointing at Ye Feng as if he had seen a savior.
However.
The moment Mr. Ma saw Ye Feng's face clearly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud in front of everyone.
The top experts from the Dragon Kingdom's security domain behind him, upon sensing the faint aura of supreme power emanating from Ye Feng, were all as if they had seen a god, holding their breath and not daring to even exhale.
"Great...great...emperor?!"
Mr. Ma's voice trembled to the extreme, his forehead pressed tightly against the dusty synthetic carpet.
As one of the top capital tycoons on Earth, he had seen a photo of the supreme emperor who swept across all worlds and suppressed all gods at a top-secret high-level meeting.
Although the photo was blurry, he would never forget that all-powerful spirit!
"Emperor? Mr. Ma, are you drunk? This guy is just a poor programmer..." Wang Defa hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation and continued to shout.
Snap!
Mr. Ma slapped Wang Defa across the face with all his might, sending him spinning three times in the air, his teeth shattering on the ground.
"Shut up! You idiot! Do you know who you're talking to?" Boss Ma's face was contorted with rage, then he turned to Ye Feng, his forehead pounding loudly. "Your Majesty, spare me! I have failed in my duty to discipline my subordinates! I have offended Your Majesty, I deserve to die! I deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
Ye Feng looked down at Boss Ma kneeling at his feet, then glanced at Wang Defa, who was slumped on the ground, completely terrified, and gave a cold smile.
"Mr. Ma, your 'good fortune' culture is quite impressive. I painstakingly wrote three thousand lines of code, and you, my supervisor, call me an idle person?"
"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!" Boss Ma was drenched in cold sweat, his suit, worth tens of thousands of yuan, soaked through. "From today onwards, Fubao Factory will be renamed 'Emperor Technology'! All working hours will be changed to a four-hour workday! Wages will be increased tenfold! All high-level incompetents will be fired and sent to Africa to mine!"
"Oh? What about Manager Wang?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Wang Defa has offended the Supreme One. He has been stripped of all his property and is to be made to clean the toilets in the building! Twenty-four hours a day, without rest!" Boss Ma said hastily.
Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction.
He turned to look at his dumbfounded programmer colleagues.
"Hey guys, what are you standing there for? It's time to go home. Go back and spend time with your wives and kids. The company will double your pay later."
"Oh—! Long live Brother Ye! Long live the Emperor!"
The previously oppressive office erupted in cheers loud enough to lift the roof off.
With a casual wave of his hand, Ye Feng caused the "Logic Vortex" that was devouring data to disappear, replaced by a ten-thousand-fold increase in the server performance of the entire Blessing Factory—that was a bit of causal power casually conjured by the Great Emperor.
"Ali, let's go. Staying in a place like this for too long will make you stupid."
Ye Feng dusted off his plaid shirt and resumed his lazy demeanor.
Just as he was about to step out of the company gate, the void trembled slightly.
Ning Rongrong was dressed in a business office outfit, while Su Jiu'er was dressed in a smart leather jacket. The two women were leaning against the Rolls-Royce, looking at him with smiles on their lips.
"Programmer Ye, you're not working overtime today? I was planning to buy you some hair growth tonic," Ning Rongrong joked, her stunning beauty causing passersby to bump into lampposts.
"Hmph, tired of fortune telling, now you're trying your hand at programming? Ye Feng, the range of your 'worldly experiences' is quite impressive." Su Jiu'er walked over and naturally took Ye Feng's arm.
"Ahem, this was to understand the people's sentiments." Ye Feng scratched his head awkwardly, then looked into the distance, a deep look flashing in his eyes. "However, the source of this involution doesn't seem to be just on Blue Star."
He turned to look at President Ma.
"Old Ma, I've cleaned up the workplace on Blue Star for you. But the 'causal factory' in higher dimensions still seems to owe me an explanation."
Mr. Ma didn't dare to say anything and could only nod frantically.
Ye Feng got into the luxury car, and under the countless admiring and fearful gazes, the car transformed into a golden light, piercing directly through the clouds.
I am Ye Feng. I can be a hardworking code copywriter. But I am also the ultimate master who can turn your 'good fortune' into 'death' at any moment. In my logic, there is no such thing as 'overtime'. Because I am—the only standard!
In the afterglow of the setting sun, atop the Fortune Tower, a building whose fate had been utterly altered, the Emperor's silhouette appeared so solitary and proud. A wildly exciting legend about the "most audacious programmer" resounded throughout the universe, accompanied by the timely ringing of the clock signaling the end of the workday!