[Ding~]
[Ten diamond chest draws completed. System upgrading…]
[Please wait!]
[Countdown: 23 hours, 59 minutes, 51 seconds]
"Finally!!"
Over the past few months, the emotional value earnings hadn’t been much.
It was also due to the limited coverage area.
Though he had offended plenty of people on forums, many weren’t from his province.
But even so, the collection speed had multiplied with compounding bonuses, far faster than before.
And it was clear that each upgrade had different requirements.
Previously, it seemed like drawing a hundred times was enough—just one diamond chest.
Now, it took ten.
Next upgrade… might require a hundred diamond draws, or perhaps a divine-tier one.
Who knew?
For now, it wasn’t the time to dwell on that. First, he’d see what changes this upgrade brought.
……
While waiting for the upgrade day, Cao Cheng kept stirring the pot.
Now, he had 3,000 points.
Some wailed in despair.
Others reveled in triumph.
Such was life.
Ao Tian posted:
Title: "Next Month, We’re Dropping to 2,600. Even Jesus Can’t Stop the Losses—I Said It!"
The content was a screenshot of Cao Cheng’s funds: 70 million!
Accompanying text: "Hah!"
Just one word.
It left people fuming.
Dammit.
Wasn’t this supposed to be a bull market?
Why’s it falling again?
Last month at 2,600, this month at 3,000, next month back to 2,600???
So the gains were just for show?
"Should I trust him or not?"
That was the question echoing in many minds.
Most people now, including his haters, acknowledged this bastard’s skill. Many had tried digging up info on him, but not a single trace had leaked.
The guy was a mystery.
And it seemed like he was planning to stay out of the market for a while?
So frustrating!
Plenty were torn—even some experts found themselves swayed.
They were bullish, yet here he was, going against the tide again?
What a lunatic!
……
After posting, Cao Cheng said nothing more.
As for taking a break from trading?
No way.
Even in a falling market, there were still surging speculative stocks.
Cao Cheng started dipping in bit by bit, diversifying into various high-risk plays.
By the time the new year arrived, his funds would skyrocket past 100 million—maybe even several hundred million.
Then, he’d establish a gaming company and make a name for himself in the business world.
The stock market? Fun to dabble in, but no need to linger forever.
Same as the lottery.
Different scales, different games.
When you’re broke, playing the lottery for a quick windfall makes sense.
But once you’re rich, relying on it to hit billions? Not realistic.
Stocks are the same.
A few million, even tens of millions? Fine.
But past 100 million, or a billion? The game changes.
The more capital you have, the harder it is to earn big.
Later, Cao Cheng planned to park a few million—maybe 10—into top performers like Maotai and future blue chips.
In a decade, that alone could make him a tycoon, a true stock god.
Like that Buffett guy.
Just outlive the market.
……
[Upgrade complete!]
After a day of waiting, Cao Cheng eagerly checked the new features.
This upgrade wasn’t as packed as the last.
Only two changes:
First, expanded chest contents.
The loot pool grew richer, inching closer to even cultivation manuals.
Second, the coverage didn’t go nationwide.
Last time, it expanded from one city to a province.
Now, it jumped from a province to an entire region.
In an instant,
Cao Cheng’s consciousness seemed to break free from his body, soaring to a cosmic vantage point.
From above, he could see all of China—and the entire Asia-Pacific.
The system had divided the land into distinct regions.
With just a thought, he could mark any as his emotional harvesting ground.
Seven major domestic regions.
After three seconds of hesitation, Cao Cheng picked East China.
No deep reason—just the highest population and top-tier economy.
Right now, he needed numbers. The bigger the crowd, the more emotions to farm.
Plus, this included Zhonghai.
His "sisters" wouldn’t escape now.
Time to test it.
Cao Cheng casually drafted a text:
"Not coming to Zhonghai for New Year’s."
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds…
[Ding~ Negative emotion +30]
An invisible thread of resentment drifted from far, far away.
They’d agreed: February, New Year’s, first family meetup in Zhonghai.
That was the promise Ren Yuege had spent months grinding out of him.
And now?
One text, and he bails?
You little brat, trying to kill me with rage?
"I’ve been begging Buddha in prayer—"
The phone rang.
Ren Yuege was nothing if not proactive.
Cao Cheng chuckled and answered.
Immediately, her roar blasted through:
"You lying little jerk! You think I won’t smack you? Huh? We had a deal—New Year’s together! Now you just cancel? What’s wrong with you?!"
Nuclear meltdown.
Cao Cheng laughed. "Just kidding."
"…"
Two seconds of silence.
Click.
She hung up.
Tch. This girl’s temper was something else.
Ding~
Another text from Ren Yuege: "Come or don’t. Whatever."
Oh-ho.
Now she was really mad.
Seriously, can’t take a joke?
(ˉ▽￣～) Whatever~~!
Another small wave of negative emotions rolled in.
30 wasn’t a crit—for Ren Yuege, stacked buffs usually pushed it past 100.
But it proved the system’s long-range harvesting worked.
Nearly 1,000 kilometers apart, yet the emotions flowed in just fine.
This system might not talk, but damn, it delivered.
Later, he’d troll some keyboard warriors from Taiwan—East China covered them too.
Though he wondered—would their women even generate decent emotion values?
They always sounded the same when mad…
Cao Cheng had doubts. Would Taiwanese rage even crit?
Had to test it someday.
……
"Aunt Wang."
"What?"
Oho.
That tone reeked of audacity.
They’d made peace, but bickering still flared when Little Zhou wasn’t home.
Little Zhou was in high school, repeating a year.
Lately, these aunties had been emotional gold mines.
Thanks to the bull market.
Back then, Cao Cheng had "kindly" warned them.
Whether they ignored it or their husbands did, they’d missed the peak and lost plenty chasing highs and panicking at lows.
Aunt Wang, though? Surprisingly lucky. She’d actually made a killing.
Money emboldens the poor.
Now flush with cash, she’d gotten bold.
What, did she think she was the Gambit now?
Cao Cheng just smirked, grabbing some sunflower seeds to crack. "Aunt Wang, I’m leaving in a few days."
"Really? For good? Never coming back?" Her face lit up.
(￢_￢) "…"
Decision made. Before leaving, he’d piss her off to death.
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?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
