An overworked corporate slave who died of sudden cardiac death wakes up to become a three-thousand-year-old grandmaster! The entire immortal sect kneels and worships, waiting for him to manifest divinity, but he just wants to lie flat and get off work. Yet the more he acts like a god, the more real it looks: a burp is a strong wind divine skill, lying flat is the realm of sitting and forgetting, and even his work ID card becomes an incense burning true realization system. Three thousand disciples worship him more and more crazily, and the more he runs away, the more popular he gets. A working stiff is forced to do business as an immortal, and is his disguise going to slip on his very first day on the job? This work contains AI-generated content