And so it went.
Constant battles, constant troubleshooting, constant inquiries...
Along the way, another hundred employees from the company were brought in.
This time, they weren’t from the security firm but were instead selected from Miracle Group—men and women, some even with pre-existing conditions.
But they all signed confidentiality agreements.
...
A full month passed like this.
Most of the testing was completed.
No major issues were found.
Even people with heart conditions could use it—their heart rates just fluctuated a bit more.
To put it bluntly,
this thing was a virtual world, just like dreaming.
No one’s ever heard of someone with a heart condition dying from a nightmare.
Though the company’s medical researchers did note that nightmares could pose a risk for heart patients.
But deaths from being scared into cardiac arrest were rare.
At worst, sympathetic nerve excitement would raise certain hormones, speeding up the heart rate and causing a sudden spike in blood pressure.
And even that depended on the type of heart condition.
In short,
given the current state of the Core of the Pivot, fatal incidents were highly unlikely.
Even if they happened,
they’d be isolated cases.
But that wasn’t a big deal.
After all, this virtual space wasn’t limited to just combat.
You could even develop farming games.
Tilling the land could improve physical fitness too.
And after a month of research, people with chronic illnesses or obesity saw significant improvements—all their health metrics were trending upward.
It was remarkably effective for weight loss and disease management.
After all, severely obese people in the real world would be out of breath after just a few steps.
But in the virtual space, they could sprint like the wind—just feeling a bit tired. The neural feedback alone was immensely beneficial for them.
...
In the blink of an eye,
another month passed.
This time, they tested for chronic and age-related conditions.
All in all, the entire process took about three months.
Every test was completed.
Tens of thousands of reports were generated.
Data on the helmets’ feedback and wear-and-tear were all recorded.
Production had also finished setting up the factory, with assembly lines ready to churn out thousands of helmets daily.
There was no fear of overstocking.
Demand would far outstrip supply—no way these helmets would gather dust in a warehouse.
May arrived.
Cao Cheng finally had some downtime.
He took off the helmet, still craving more.
Trash.
They were all trash.
Twenty kills in a single match.
If only finding opponents wasn’t so slow, he’d have racked up even more.
Though his real-world physique and abilities couldn’t be fully transferred into the game, about 20% carried over.
That still made Cao Cheng a top-tier force in the virtual world.
Before this, he’d never realized just how strong he was.
Now he knew.
He was basically cheating.
Inside the virtual space, his vision, hearing, and perception were all far sharper than an average person’s.
Even his bodyguards and highly trained security personnel could barely put up a fight.
Actually taking him down? Nearly impossible.
Over the past month, Cao Cheng had only died three times.
Sounds like a lot?
Pure bad luck.
This was a "semi-realistic" battlefield—anything could happen.
Twice, he got ambushed.
Once, someone rigged a car with explosives, and he didn’t notice in time.
Another time, it was a stray bullet.
He was heading over to break up a distant firefight when—bam—a random shot hit him square in the face. Game over.
Funny thing, though.
That sensation of dying? It eerily mimicked the terror he’d felt passing away in his previous life back in 2099.
Not as intense, but still enough to jolt the soul.
Dying once changes a person.
And that’s a good thing.
Also,
this virtual world couldn’t be treated like a regular game.
In normal games, you could hop into vehicles and roam freely—cars, speedboats, motorcycles...
But here? If you dared to use one, you’d just be a loud, attention-grabbing target.
You’d get dropped in seconds.
Who knew where some sneaky bastard was hiding?
And with heavy weapons like rocket launchers in play?
Extremely dangerous.
So,
after losing two lives to vehicles, Cao Cheng avoided them entirely.
This wasn’t something you could play casually.
...
The Fourth had been playing a lot lately—this game was addictive.
And good for the body, too.
Even Old Cao was hooked.
Only Ren's mother didn’t like it. Gentle by nature, she couldn’t stand the bloodshed.
Games like farming or pet-raising would suit her better.
While pushing his game company to develop more titles, Cao Cheng also took a helmet to the capital.
...
...
"So this is the game helmet you mentioned?" His father-in-law eyed it curiously.
Cao Cheng handed him a fresh one.
Smiling, he said, "Father-in-law, I can’t promise much, but safety isn’t an issue. Three months of non-stop testing, every bit of data recorded—tens of thousands of reports. Most importantly, like I told you on the phone, about 20% feedback."
His father-in-law raised an eyebrow. "So our soldiers could just train in this thing and develop real battlefield skills and killer instinct? No more real-world drills—just gaming?"
"No, no, no..." Cao Cheng quickly shook his head. "You’ve got it wrong. The training here maxes out at 20% feedback, and that’s not a fixed rate. Some people might get less than 10%, depending on their neural response. Plus, playing too long leads to fatigue—balance is key."
"Besides..."
"Virtual training at 20% can’t compare to real-world training at 100%."
"So physical drills are still essential. But in-game, they can sharpen their killer instinct—get used to blood."
"In this game, the average player kills at least a few per match. Even just one adds up over time."
"That kind of accumulated lethality? Most soldiers can’t match it."
"At the very least, they’ll be desensitized to violence."
"And even if they don’t kill, dying repeatedly changes a person."
"Not quite enlightenment, but maybe a minor epiphany or two."
"Best part? The data can be adjusted via my terminal. For us, I can set it to 20% realism."
"But for exports? I’ll dial it down to 2%... or even 1%. Or remove feedback entirely."
Cao Cheng grinned mischievously.
His father-in-law shot him a sidelong glance.
The older man understood now.
Some things were too sensitive for phone calls, but here, they could speak freely.
After a moment, his father-in-law asked, "Can I try it?"
"Sure, but if you go up against a real warrior, you’ll get crushed."
"..."
Old Cao snorted coldly. "Looking down on me? I served in my youth. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got."
Cao Cheng grinned. "Alright, let’s do this."
Old Cao, oh Old Cao… today, I’ll show you who the real boss is.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
] 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.
