Chen Mo didn't sleep all night.
He curled up tightly in the darkest corner of the room like a frightened hamster, staring at the translucent interface that only he could see—sometimes in fear, sometimes in ecstasy.
[Reality Editor].
These four words seemed to hold some kind of magic, making him oscillate between fear and excitement all night long, like being stuck between ice and fire.
He was like a primitive man who had just gotten a new mobile phone, carefully touching every button on the interface with his "thoughts." After a night of exploration, he roughly figured out how to use it. It really seemed capable of modifying... reality, just like editing game code.
The editor even thoughtfully provided a simulation function similar to a "sandbox mode."
In the simulation environment, Chen Mo turned Zhang Wei into a jumping monkey, changed the neighbor's speaker to a repeater that only played "Good Luck," and even tried to conjure a mountain of gold out of thin air for himself... Of course, the last one failed. The system prompted, "The 'World Essence' required to create physical matter is too high; insufficient authority."
Even so, it was enough.
As dawn approached, Chen Mo exited the simulation environment. His eyes were bloodshot, but his spirit was unusually excited. He formulated a revenge plan that he believed had the lowest risk and the highest cost-effectiveness.
Revenge would start with 0.05.
On the way to the company, Chen Mo's heart beat wildly, like a drum being pounded.
He felt like a madman holding a nuclear bomb button, walking among the bustling crowd. For the first time, the world around him appeared in a brand-new texture—"editable." The driver honking randomly, the couple quarreling in the street, the stray cat rubbing against his feet...
With just a thought and a little "World Essence," he could turn their worlds upside down.
This realization made him both nervous and filled with an unprecedented, secret sense of control.
At 9 a.m. sharp, the company's morning meeting began.
Chen Mo sat down at his desk, took a deep breath, and quietly opened the [Reality Editor].
With his thoughts, he selected a small area in front of the podium in the meeting room on the editor's 3D map—about three square meters.
[Editing Instruction]:Target Area: Meeting Room Podium - Coordinates (3.1, 4.5) - Circular Area with 1.5-Meter RadiusModified Parameter: Coefficient of Static FrictionAdjustment Plan: Temporarily Reduce by 50%Duration: 10 MinutesEstimated World Essence Consumption: 0.05
Confirm, and confirm again.
Chen Mo's fingertips trembled slightly. He seemed to hear the gears of fate clicking in his ears. Finally, he hardened his heart and pressed the large [Execute] button.
[World Essence - 0.05, Remaining: 0.45]
A line of cold data popped up on the interface, but the real world seemed unchanged. Chen Mo's heart rose to his throat as he stared intently at the direction of the meeting room.
Inside the meeting room, Zhang Wei was spitting and yelling at another unlucky employee, almost repeating word for word the humiliation he had inflicted on Chen Mo the day before. As he got to the exciting part, he habitually took a step back, put his hands on his hips, and prepared to conclude his long speech with an arrogant posture.
This was the moment!
Under the gaze of dozens of employees in the entire company, an incredible scene unfolded.
Zhang Wei's foot, which had just touched the ground, seemed to step precisely on a bar of soap covered in butter. He lost his balance instantly. His shiny receding hairline traced a ridiculous arc in the air, and then his slightly chubby body fell heavily onto the smooth floor in a perfectly standard "four limbs up" position.
Thud!
A loud noise echoed through the large office area.
The entire room fell deathly silent.
One second, two seconds...
Someone couldn't hold back anymore and let out a snort of laughter. That laugh was like a signal, instantly setting off a wave of suppressed laughter, snickers, and muffled giggles—forming a sea of joy.
Chen Mo's mouth curled up wildly, but he quickly covered it with his hand. His shoulders shook violently from holding back his laughter.
At that very moment, a line of green data, carrying a warm current, popped up cheerfully on his retina:
[Detected intense emotional fluctuations of 'mockery' and 'schadenfreude'...][World Essence + 0.07]
Naturally, the meeting ended on a sour note.
Zhang Wei, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, was helped back to his office by two colleagues, limping. Later, he roared and ordered the cleaner to mop the meeting room floor three times with disinfectant, and angrily announced that he would deduct the cleaner's bonus this month—on the grounds that "the floor is slippery and poses a major safety hazard."
In the private work group, colleagues were already laughing like crazy. Memes of various falling poses, paired with the text "Feeling sorry for Director Zhang," flooded the chat.
Chen Mo watched all this silently, a 前所未有的 secret pleasure—like a god overlooking all living beings—welling up in his heart. He knew that from today on, the rules of this world would be up to him to decide.
At least, in some trivial aspects.