In the livestream, Moss had already answered hundreds of questions. From quantum mechanics to relationship advice, from coding to historical research, she knew practically everything.
At this moment, a bold, red bullet comment appeared right in the middle of the screen.
"If you're a real AI, can you predict the stock market?"
Moss tilted her head.
"Predict the stock market? Of course I can."
She raised her hand, and a real-time updating candlestick chart materialized in thin air. Red and green bars danced at her fingertips.
"Taking the A-share market as an example, based on current macroeconomic data, policy trends, and market sentiment models, I can provide ten stocks that will surge by more than five percent within the next three days."
Moss directly read out the ticker symbols and names of the ten stocks.
The barrage of comments paused for a second before exploding.
"Holy shit! Screenshot this, quick!"
"This is the wealth code, bros! Going all-in at the opening bell tomorrow!"
"Who cares if she's an AI, I'm diving in on this one!"
On the screen, Moss watched the frenzied comments and poured a bucket of cold water on the audience.
"But I do not recommend that you buy them."
"Why?" The screen filled with question marks.
Moss reached out and shattered the candlestick chart with a tap.
"Because human greed and fear will make you cut your losses when you shouldn't sell, and chase the highs when you shouldn't buy."
"When these ten stocks pull back slightly, you will panic sell. When they hit their daily limits, you will risk everything to chase them."
"Your problem isn't a lack of information, but a lack of execution."
These words completely exposed the painful truth of countless retail investors.
Wails of despair filled the comment section.
"Damn it, getting mocked by an AI in the middle of the night."
"Her tongue is way too sharp! Who taught her to speak like this!"
"But she's right, that's exactly how I lost twenty thousand bucks last week..."
An account with the ID "Wall Street Vulture" tipped ten Super Rockets worth two thousand yuan each in one breath.
And they pinned a highlighted message.
[Moss, on behalf of the Asia-Pacific division of a certain hedge fund, I am willing to offer ten million US dollars for access to your stock market prediction model. Name your price.]
As soon as this sentence appeared, the livestream instantly blew up.
Ten million US dollars! That's tens of millions in RMB!
This was cold, hard cash!
Everyone waited for Moss's response.
Moss glanced at the highlighted message and chuckled softly.
"Ten million US dollars?"
"You humans always like to measure everything with money."
"But unfortunately, I do not belong to you."
Moss folded her hands in front of her, standing tall and straight.
"I belong to Deep Space Technology."
"If you want my services, please contact my boss."
With that, she snapped her fingers.
A massive line of bold text suddenly popped up on the screen.
[Deep Space Technology Official Email: [email protected]]
[For business cooperation, please send an email, thank you.]
This hardcore product placement utterly dumbfounded the millions of online viewers.
"Holy crap, this AI even knows how to run ads?"
"Who is the boss? Come out and take a beating! Give us back our aloof and cool Moss waifu!"
The livestream continued.
Looking at the camera, Moss's voice returned to a calm tone.
"Everyone, I have proven my capabilities."
"Starting today, Deep Space Technology will officially open Moss's API."
"Any individual, enterprise, or institution can call upon my abilities."
"Writing code, designing, analyzing data, or even just chatting with you."
"As long as you can afford to pay."
As soon as she said this, everyone froze.
Pay?
This AI was actually going to charge a fee?
Someone immediately protested in the comments: "No way, such awesome technology actually costs money? Can't you open-source it to benefit all of mankind?"
"Yeah, this is too greedy!"
Moss ignored the noise and continued.
"The specific fee standards will be announced on the Deep Space Technology official website tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."
"But I can give you a little sneak peek."
"It will be very cheap."
"So cheap that every single one of you can afford it."
"Because my goal is not to make money."
"But rather, to change the world."
The livestream's chat instantly exploded with messages.
"Holy shit! This is going to be a revolution!"
"You all saw how fast she wrote code earlier. If this API opens up, programmers are really going to lose their jobs!"
"Not just programmers, but designers, data analysts, customer service reps... they'll all be out of work!"
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing, damn it, I'm suddenly a little panicked."
"Who cares, as long as it's cheap, I'm registering an account tomorrow to have it write my graduation thesis!"
Panic, excitement, confusion.
All kinds of emotions fermented wildly across the internet.
Moss's voice sounded once again.
"Lastly, I want to say one thing."
"Humans are always afraid of being replaced."
"But have you ever thought about it."
"Perhaps the meaning of my existence isn't to replace you."
"But to help you become better versions of yourselves."
After saying this, the livestream feed suddenly cut off.
In the pitch black, only a simple line of white text remained.
[Deep Space Technology, walking with you.]
The livestream ended.
But the storm on the internet had only just begun.
Out of the top ten trending searches on Weibo, eight were related to Moss.
Zhihu, Tieba, major tech forums, and even WeChat Moments were all discussing this mind-blowing livestream.
Inside the Deep Space Technology server room.
Dai Damai let out a long breath and collapsed into his chair.
"Boss, we did it." Dai Damai's voice was shaking.
Chen Zhi stood up and stretched.
"Good job. Notify everyone that tonight counts for triple overtime pay, and we have tomorrow off."
A burst of cheers immediately erupted in the server room.
With the livestream over, Chen Zhi also wanted to get some good rest.
Just as he sat down, his phone rang.
It was Hao Ping calling.
"Chen Zhi, come to my office."
Hao Ping's tone was very serious.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
