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."
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
