And.
It’s not just about being a martial arts master.
This thing can actually activate neural pathways.
Playing more games can even help with real-world learning.
It enhances certain aspects of human brain development.
On top of that, Cao Cheng adjusted the feedback to 10%!
When sold abroad later, the feedback would only be 1%.
No surprises here.
In a few years, or even a decade or two, this generation would completely outclass everyone overseas.
But this takes time.
That’s why Cao Cheng embedded a security system in it—no one could dismantle it or reverse-engineer it.
Though Cao Cheng believed that even if they were given the chance to reverse-engineer it, they wouldn’t be able to replicate it within a few short years.
But Cao Cheng didn’t even want to give them that opportunity.
Let them watch.
No chance for competition anymore.
From this moment on, Cao Cheng was already preparing to block them in certain areas.
This was just the first step.
There would be more and more of this in the future.
But he couldn’t rush it. He couldn’t let anyone sense his plan—it had to be like boiling a frog slowly in warm water. By the time they realized what was happening and tried to resist, it would be too late.
So,
in the official announcement, Cao Cheng came up with some excuses—just a cover story, really.
……
And Young Master Cao’s excuses and reasoning left people with nothing to say.
Poor network signals could affect neural functions, so Cao Cheng wasn’t selling to them for their own good.
What could they even say?
Even if some suspected this was retaliation for previous blockades, as long as he didn’t admit it, there was no way to condemn him.
After all, Young Master Cao was just a businessman.
Not to mention, Cao Cheng was also a member of the Eternal Life Club, part of the same organization as many other tycoons.
Even if everyone had their own hidden agendas, members couldn’t openly fight each other.
So,
after Miracle Group’s announcement, foreign media even helped Young Master Cao with some ‘explanations.’
This led to many gaming enthusiasts directing their frustration at local politicians, protesting for better communication infrastructure, 5G development, and the introduction of gaming helmets.
This thing could enhance physical fitness.
You could even learn in your sleep.
If they fell behind now, it would be an era-defining disadvantage.
Their words were meant to pressure local officials, but they accidentally hit the nail on the head.
But at this point, human thinking was still limited—no one believed this game could actually create a generational gap.
After all, it was just a game, right?
Just like how, long ago, no one took the leakage of gunpowder technology seriously—it was just fireworks, right?
By the time they realized, it was already too late.
……
……
Ten days later.
No major platforms experienced any lag.
Even though today was the lottery draw.
The post-registration lottery wasn’t a first-come-first-serve rush.
Within half an hour of the draw, the winners’ list was published.
Each winner received a text message and an in-platform notification confirming their win.
“Holy shit holy shit holy shit, I won…”
“You lucky bastard.”
“Hahahaha.” Even though he was being cursed at, the guy wasn’t upset at all—he kept gloating.
He posted screenshots of his win on every platform he could access.
And he got exactly what he wanted—endless curses directed at his family, with only a handful of people reluctantly congratulating him through gritted teeth.
Of course.
With hundreds of thousands of winners, screenshots flooded the internet, and social media feeds were packed with victory posts.
But since most people didn’t win, the online atmosphere turned downright toxic.
“You’re all dead to me—how are so many people winning? My entire feed is full of winners, and I’m the only loser?”
“Relax, most of them are just stealing screenshots.”
“Exactly. Over thirty of my relatives entered, and not a single one won. But my feed makes it seem like everyone hit the jackpot.”
“Same here. I thought I was just unlucky, but turns out it’s just screenshot thieves.”
“Damn, dude, that’s rough—thirty people and not a single win? Guess I got lucky then. Out of a dozen in my family, two won.”
“No way… Bro, wanna sell one? Use one, sell the other—basically a free helmet. These things are going for nearly 200,000 yuan now.”
“Nope.”
“Come on, your whole family can take turns using one. Free stuff is great, and you guys have good luck—you might win again next time. How about this… I’ll offer 280,000 right now, 100,000 above scalper prices. Deal?”
“Uh… Let me add you first. We’ll talk later.”
“Sure, sure, thanks, bro. Where are you? I’ll drive over myself—my treat for everything. Dinner’s on me.”
“Damn, I’m green with envy!”
“Rich people really know how to talk. The way he said that makes me wanna sell mine too… except I don’t have one. Waaaaah…”
“Hahaha!”
……
Even scalpers got lucky.
With multiple accounts, people, and phones, it was impossible to completely prevent cheating.
No matter what, there were always loopholes.
And some scalpers had connections—like department heads at e-commerce platforms who could easily secure dozens of helmets using their authority.
It was just networking—no one would investigate.
A day after sales began,
fewer people were posting about winning. Instead, they started flaunting their physical helmets.
Some had already gotten theirs.
In fact, a few received them on the same day—those who drove to the warehouse to pick them up in person.
So,
the earliest unboxing videos appeared on the day of release, making it seem like they were paid promotions.
Now, on short-video platforms, any unboxing video—no matter how poorly edited—was guaranteed to go viral.
……
And the hype around these unboxing videos lasted a full three days.
Almost every day, new deliveries arrived, followed by more unboxings.
Some even livestreamed their unboxings.
Others bragged about reselling theirs for huge profits.
The scalper price for a helmet had now reached around 230,000 yuan and was still climbing daily.
Honestly, the increase wasn’t even that steep—now it only rose by about 10,000 per day.
But then…
On this particular day,
a chubby streamer known for FPS games, with millions of followers,
decided to showcase something before his usual broadcast—a sword routine in real life.
The guy moved with surprising grace. Though a little stiff in places, to his fans, it was nothing short of supernatural.
Everyone knew this guy’s routine: eat, drink, sleep, repeat. Since when did he know swordplay?
And this looked like the real deal.
After finishing, slightly out of breath, he rushed to the camera and shouted, “Well? How was that? Three days—just three days of learning Huashan Swordplay in the game… Hahaha!”
Sheathing the sword, he clasped his hands and added, “Honestly, I’ve never felt better. Close my eyes at night, and boom—it’s morning.”
"Starting today, I'm delving into the world of martial arts novels. I'll figure out how to livestream it later so everyone can witness the grandeur of wuxia..."
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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?"
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
