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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
