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.”
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"..."
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.
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
