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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
