The World Summoned Bots. I Summoned Myself.

Lu Chen stared at the number, then typed one word. “Accepted.” The screen went black the instant he pressed Enter. Silver text appeared in the center. [Authentic commission detected.] [Client verified. Need verified. Executor accepted voluntarily.] [Binding Omni-Commission System...] [First commission. Generating skilled avatar: Code Specialist.] Lu Chen assumed it was malware. Then glass shattered in the bathroom. He grabbed a folding chair and charged in. A man stood among the broken mirror pieces—wet black hair, faded gray shirt, a pale scar over the left eyebrow. He had Lu Chen's face. Only the eyes were different. Lu Chen's were bloodshot from sleepless nights. The stranger's gaze was as calm as a newly booted server.