Otherworldly Overlord Ao the Great The vengeance from a past life will be repaid in the next; how could ancient grudges be dispelled with a mere laugh? A reincarnated overlord, struck by lightning, transforms his ordinary life, shattering the shackles of reincarnation and seizing his own destiny. Battling demons, beheading immortals, a destined showdown, Soulmates and enemies, none can escape my grasp. "I am Tao Ci. May I ask for the lady's esteemed name?" Chapter One: A Programmer's Daily Life In a certain mysterious place, a purple-black wheel silently rotates, controlling the destinies of countless worlds. Is fate truly predetermined? *Clickity-clack...* There was no conversation in the office, only the sound of keyboards being tapped. Programmers are a product of this era. From the outside, watching them work is like watching a Hollywood blockbuster: a group of science nerds leading the times, earning handsome salaries in high-tech industries, and seemingly controlling the era with their computers, appearing both mysterious and elite. Those inside the industry often see themselves as dogs, as laborers, and thus refer to their job as "brick-laying". Most programmers are primarily involved in copying, a situation that is improving, as modern industries are largely introduced from Europe and America, and the IT industry here is still vigorously developing. There is another group of people: the friends or colleagues of the programmers, such as software testers. From their perspective, these colleagues, who appear elite to outsiders, are mostly just nerds: socially awkward, lacking emotional intelligence, yet often self-righteous. Mostly male, these individuals smell like wild animals that haven't bathed in millennia—program monkeys. Today was just another mundane day in the world. Diseases continued to plague the African continent, poverty and war still ravaged ancient civilizations, while developed countries were constantly redefining the meaning of life... The state machinery keeps running, and the daily life of programmers continues. For example, Tao Ci, a 27-year-old junior programmer, lay in his ergonomically designed chair, staring blankly at the screen in front of him, his gaze drifting continuously and repeatedly returning to a certain line of code. Even the slightest movement around him could absorb his remaining awareness. He suddenly did not want to waste more time like this and turned to look at his colleagues at neighboring desks. On the left screen, familiar yet unfamiliar lines of code continuously appeared, sometimes pausing, then outputting at machine-like speed again. The colleague seemed completely still, and if one did not look at the hands flying up and down and the background music, it felt like a slow-motion
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