The stage presence of the nine performers grew increasingly polished.
Even Cao Cheng was impressed.
Success truly nurtures people.
Especially when it's fame across all of Asia—this tour had accelerated their growth at an astonishing pace.
Their aura…
Absolutely mesmerizing!
Cao Cheng couldn’t help but smile.
All his efforts had paid off, cultivating artists uniquely his own.
Honestly,
raising talents like Xiao Feng or Little Jinmai hadn’t given him much of a sense of accomplishment.
In fact, it almost felt like he’d taken advantage, leveraging foresight to scoop up hidden gems—after all, even without his intervention, their destined success in this industry was inevitable.
A few haters? Irrelevant.
Minor backlash wouldn’t hinder their rise or their earnings.
But the Twelve Golden Flowers? They were his creation, his infusion of fortune.
Sure, his initial motives for selecting them hadn’t been pure, but there was no denying it: without him, their paths would’ve been far rougher.
Anyone in dance knows how bleak the job prospects are after graduation.
So,
seeing them now filled Cao Cheng with pride.
People really can reshape the future.
Human determination conquers all.
…
Lingling stood among the fans, waving, singing along, occasionally letting out a cheer.
She’d always been a gentle, well-behaved girl.
Not one for chaos.
But she was kind.
In this electrifying atmosphere, she wouldn’t dampen the mood—especially since she recognized every song.
They were everywhere.
Inescapably popular.
Every street and alley echoed these tunes; she’d inevitably caught snippets.
By halftime, the nine girls had poured their hearts out, voices cracking or even breaking in places.
Yet the fans didn’t care.
With that much jumping and dancing, perfect vocals would’ve meant lip-syncing.
On the big screen, sweat-drenched and grateful, they thanked the crowd before taking a breather—chatting, playing games, and bringing out a guest performer.
They’d change outfits, recharge, and return for the second act.
Lingling had danced herself into a glow.
Sitting down,
she sighed softly. "They’ve worked so hard."
Nothing in life comes easy.
Even Cao Cheng had his struggles—his days, though seemingly idle, were monotonous in a way most couldn’t tolerate.
Everyone carries their own burdens.
…
Not long into the second half,
Cao Cheng led Lingling out of the stadium.
Leaving early beat the post-concert gridlock.
Outside, nearing midnight, the world was hushed.
The air was just right.
Lingling’s laughter tinkled like wind chimes. "Brother, I had so much fun tonight."
He understood.
After years of restraint, a concert was the perfect release—leaving her light, almost floating.
She darted ahead, her skirt fluttering like a sprite in the night, then circled back to his side. "Brother, watching a concert from the crowd is completely different. When I performed, I never really felt what the fans feel…"
That was her kindness shining through.
Finding empathy in the smallest things—it was saintly.
To walk in another’s shoes is to touch the divine.
This radiance in Lingling was something Cao Cheng admired.
He rarely dwelled on others’ perspectives.
Maybe once.
But after a century in dreams, his soul had aged, stripping away that "purity" of emotion.
Yet purity wasn’t weakness.
A childlike heart, they say.
Men remain boys at their core.
And what’s a boy?
Scientifically, it’s a stage defined by physical and psychological growth.
At that age, curiosity burns bright—
especially about girls.
But Lingling,
with her kindness,
had satisfied every curiosity Cao Cheng harbored.
That night… everyone was happy.
…
In the dim light,
his bedmate slept soundly.
Exhausted.
Meanwhile, Cao Cheng tapped into his amassed fortune for another round of rewards.
Since mastering this method, he’d swapped cigarettes for treasure chests—always drawing after… intimate moments.
[Ding~]
[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the Divine…]
"Holy—"
Cao Cheng bolted upright.
Five parts shock, five parts disbelief… and eighty-five parts sheer adoration for Lingling.
This girl… quiet until she wasn’t, and then—boom—she delivered something earth-shattering.
Her luck had just handed him the ultimate prize.
"This…"
"This changes everything."
"Isn’t this game over?"
"My future… set. Completely set."
"Emotional points?"
"More than I’ll ever spend."
"Immortality is within reach."
"…"
He slipped out to shower.
Mostly to find solitude, to examine this properly.
Was it what he thought?
[Core of the Pivot Realm]
The name alone screamed sci-fi.
To most, it’d mean nothing.
But Cao Cheng?
Calling him a man from the future wouldn’t be far off.
So he knew exactly what this was.
In his 2099 dreamscape, this tech hadn’t even existed—just concepts and prototypes.
Like how AI commercialization was hyped for years, only to debut as glorified voice assistants…
The Core was similar.
Another name for it?
Neural-link, synaptic-mapping technology.
In plain terms: a processor so advanced, paired with sensors (say, a helmet), it could construct an entirely new world inside the human mind.
Think VR gaming helmets from fiction.
But the Core was leagues beyond.
A quantum computing matrix, its server hub boasted 128 nested quantum processors.
It could spawn standalone "parallel universes" in nanoseconds.
His earlier club ventures, borrowing terms like "metaverse," were child’s play compared to this.
Translation:
He could now design game worlds—or port existing ones—into this system.
Take Honor of Kings.
Players’ digital avatars (their "twins") would battle, buy gear, destroy towers…
All in hyper-immersive reality.
The emotional points? Unfathomable.
And it wasn’t limited to one game. Countless parallel domains—parallel universes—could be built.
Bottom line:
With this, emotional points would never run dry.
Pair it with other tech, like teleportation? It could evolve into a two-way data marketplace.
Order something, and—poof—it materializes.
Of course, that’d take years of R&D. For now, impossible.
…
This system was vast.
Cao Cheng dove into research.
This research took a full two hours... and even then, it was only barely understood.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
