A simple opening line to shift the blame right away.
After all, it’s not about my laziness—it’s mainly because you all wanted it.
So, I’ll reluctantly host an online launch event. That way, no one can blame me.
Besides,
live streaming and live commerce have become highly advanced these days, nothing like a few years ago.
Cao Cheng turned on the large screen behind him.
A helmet that wasn’t flashy but looked quite stylish, especially with its eye-catching color scheme, appeared on the screen.
The audience in the livestream could see it clearly.
Cao Cheng began his sales pitch, detailing the technology behind it one by one.
Including the neural connection feature.
And after nearly a year, with millions of participants, there have been zero accidents!
Even people with heart conditions could safely play intense games without harm—in fact, the games could help train their cardiac endurance.
All benefits, no drawbacks.
……
After introducing the helmet,
a gaming pod appeared on the screen.
Another round of explanations followed.
Then, Cao Cheng invited representatives from various developers to introduce their games one by one.
Fans and viewers were thoroughly entertained.
Only a small number of impatient folks kept spamming the chat, asking about the price, over and over.
Two hours later,
almost all the games had been introduced.
Cao Cheng reappeared.
Cao Cheng said, "Next up, we’ll announce—"
He paused mid-sentence.
The audience buzzed with anticipation.
Cao Cheng abruptly changed course: "What we’re announcing definitely isn’t the price. The price will come last, so don’t rush me. Getting impatient won’t help—it’ll only make me more excited."
"Damn it!"
"Such a punchable face."
"HAHAHA… I’m dying."
"My man’s got jokes."
After some banter,
Cao Cheng finally continued: "Now, we’ll reveal the real breakthrough technology in this gaming helmet. A lot of the earlier tech was already available, but this next part? No. Our R&D team spent years and failed thousands of times to perfect this."
Cao Cheng finally announced that the gaming helmet could bridge the gap between the virtual and real worlds.
Specifically, after playing the game, users would receive feedback ranging from 1% to 50% in reality.
The wide range was intentional—for flexibility.
International users? 1%!
Domestic users? 10%!
Special forces personnel? 20%!
As for 50%? Pure hype.
Not possible right now.
Maybe in the future.
But ordinary folks wouldn’t get that much feedback anyway.
Priority goes to frontline soldiers.
……
"Holy crap, holy crap!!"
"Black tech! Playing games can actually enhance real-life abilities through neural feedback…"
"Does that mean if I use better stamina in-game to lose weight, I’ll actually slim down in real life?"
"Lose weight? As if. Even just running around in-game is a workout. Hell, even driving in-game is physical labor—you think handling big rigs is easy?"
"Exactly."
"A godsend for the overweight."
"Wait wait wait, I’ve got a question—if I cultivate immortality in-game, then in reality…"
"Damn! Genius move, bro."
"Immortality cultivation?"
"There aren’t any cultivation games yet, right?"
"Not now, but that doesn’t mean never."
"Damn, are we talking about mass cultivation now?"
"This is next-level insane."
"Hold on, 1% to 50%? That’s a huge gap!"
"Probably depends on luck and innate talent, like in cultivation novels—protagonists absorb more spiritual energy while those with weak roots only get scraps."
"Your explanation… I can’t even argue, but something tells me it’s not that simple."
……
As fans heatedly debated,
Cao Cheng wasn’t in a hurry to continue.
He gave everyone time to process.
Not just the fans, but also organizations, factions, even governments.
Cao Cheng was certain that countless foreign entities were watching behind the scenes.
This would spread worldwide.
And make them scramble to collaborate.
Even if some idiots couldn’t grasp it, the comments were full of sharp minds—collective brainstorming would uncover even more possibilities.
Every comment felt like a mini-tutorial on how insanely powerful this gaming helmet was.
Cao Cheng took a sip of water.
After about a minute,
he spoke again, slowly.
"Next up is our Miracle Games Division’s new title, called… Great Wuxia!"
"As the name suggests, it’s a wuxia-style game set in an ancient war-torn era."
"Featuring over a hundred sects, along with martial arts manuals and training insights."
"The skills you cultivate in-game can be carried over to reality. So, everyone… go live your wuxia dreams."
"Here, I’d like to extend my gratitude to the Religious Affairs Bureau, the Religious Management Department, and representatives from the major sects involved in developing this game…"
Then Cao Cheng started listing names.
Some were household names, like Wudang and Shaolin.
Others were obscure minor sects no one had ever heard of.
Over a hundred names in total…
The fans’ excitement reignited.
"No cultivation, but wuxia? Hell yeah."
"Damn, train in-game and learn it for real?"
"HAHAHA… The heavens haven’t forsaken me! To think I’d encounter a game like this in middle age. A few years later, and it’d really be too late."
"Old man, it’s already too late for you. I’m only twenty. Remember—youth beats experience. Let’s spar someday, winner takes all!"
"WTF#!@&()…%&"
……
……
The launch event neared its end.
Cao Cheng finally displayed the prices on the big screen.
The gaming helmet, with a 10-year warranty, was priced at 28,888!
Not expensive at all.
Especially these days, when some phones cost over 10,000.
This helmet is packed with cutting-edge tech for less than 30k…
Sure, for the extremely poor, it’s a fortune. But… Miracle Media has partnerships with banks nationwide.
You can get a loan to buy the helmet.
Since the game lets you earn money, repayment isn’t an issue.
Especially with Great Wuxia.
Right now, most people don’t realize how big this game is, but in Cao Cheng’s mind, it’s as groundbreaking as the VRMMOs in novels.
Even grinding for in-game gold, silver, or copper coins could cover basic living expenses.
And gold holds serious value.
Most just don’t get it yet.
Once they do, paying off these low-interest loans will be a breeze.
As for the gaming pod?
5.8 million!
"Damn… that expensive?"
"A gaming pod for 5.8 mil is cheap! If I had the money, I’d never settle for a helmet."
"True."
"Any used helmets for sale? Looking to buy one."
"Seriously??? The new ones aren’t even out yet, and you want used?"
"Bro asking for a used helmet—are you for real?"
"Dead serious. Don’t you know the protagonists always start with second-hand gear?"
"...Holy shit, what a legend."
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
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."
