Forum.
Cao Cheng started another new thread.
This time, it was his longest post yet.
Previously, his posts rarely exceeded a dozen words.
But this time,
Young Master Cao wrote a short essay, pouring out his emotions and thoughts.
With genuine sincerity, he wanted to share his feelings and outlook on the future with his "comrades" on the forum.
Even though they had been trading insults for nearly half a year,
"Fighting breeds familiarity," as they say.
Many had developed a bond—a brotherhood.
"Bro, you’ve lost weight. Did you take another L yesterday? The dust of the road can’t hide that dumbass face of yours…"
The thread’s title: "Taking a Break!"
Content:
"After two grueling months, my capital has reached ten figures. Sigh, it’s left me feeling strangely unmotivated. Money has just become a string of numbers."
"I envy you all, honestly."
"I envy those who missed the boat, those who aren’t making much. At least your emotions still fluctuate—you still feel human."
"Not like me. My emotions are completely flatlined now."
"Whether I make ten million or a million in a day, it all just feels like a meaningless sequence of digits, stacking up endlessly, more and more…"
"I don’t feel human anymore."
"I feel like a god!"
"Devoid of human emotions."
"So, I need to take a break and figure out how to spend all this money. It’s honestly stressful. Having too much money with no way to spend it is a kind of suffering. You can’t take it with you when you die—you get what I mean, right?"
"Sigh!"
"I envy you all so much!"
"..."
"..."
"@#!$…&a;!"
"Go f yourself! @#&a;!&a;…"
The forum’s humanity blossomed like flowers—everyone was spewing venom.
Of course,
Even cursing nonstop gets boring after a while.
So, after the initial wave of insults, many long-time lurkers emerged.
Despite Cao Cheng’s daily flame wars, he had a surprisingly large following—hundreds of thousands of people tracked his posts.
A true OG internet celebrity.
"Stock God, is now a good time to enter? Will it keep rising?"
"Stock God, it won’t crash, right?"
"Stock God, will the market pull back to let people in?"
"Stock God, give us some direction, please. I’m begging you."
"I’ve got an 80-year-old mother, a three-year-old baby, and thirty-something concubines in between… I’ve got mouths to feed, bro. Take me with you. I’ve only made a tiny bit—not enough to survive."
What the hell.
This guy’s clearly already profited, and he still has the nerve to crack jokes?
……
……
"Pfft!"
In a skyscraper somewhere in Zhonghai,
A stunning woman spat out her coffee as she read the latest forum post, losing all pretense of elegance as she scrambled to wipe her screen clean.
A flicker of irritation crossed her face.
The term "humblebrag" hadn’t yet entered the lexicon, but she knew Stock God Aotian was flexing.
"This guy’s really laying it on thick."
"What’s his angle?"
"Trying to provoke people?"
"What’s the point?"
"He’s not even trying to be low-key. Isn’t he afraid someone will beat him up?"
Tang Xin shook her head with an amused smile.
She was a hotshot fund manager these past two years—though that was just one of her titles.
Behind the scenes, she was the heiress of the Tang family.
The capital she managed far exceeded Cao Cheng’s.
But…
None of it was hers personally. Some belonged to her family, some to investors.
Her performance was stellar.
During the bear market of recent years, her funds averaged a 27% annual return.
In other words, if she managed a fund worth 100 million,
After five years, it would have grown 3.3 times over.
And the capital she handled was far more than just 100 million.
Her name was Tang Xin!
The rising star of her generation.
The undisputed queen of finance in their circles.
……
She knew exactly who Cao Cheng was.
She had the connections to find out.
Coincidentally,
She’d noticed "Stock God Aotian" early on, initially dismissing him as just another skilled retail investor.
After all, his capital wasn’t substantial—just a standout among ordinary traders.
He had every right to be cocky.
And to seek validation online.
People like him weren’t rare.
But then,
His growth from millions…
Shocked her.
Yes.
Shocked her.
The amount wasn’t huge, but the annualized returns were terrifying!
From 5 million to 50 million in half a year—a 900% profit.
An annualized rate of 89,900%!
The capital might be small,
But the skill was undeniable.
It wasn’t clear which volatile stocks he’d bet on—his screenshots didn’t reveal much.
But Tang Xin was certain: he must’ve gone all-in, with pinpoint accuracy.
That’s when she started paying attention.
When his capital hit nine figures,
Cross-referencing his identity, Tang Xin uncovered Cao Cheng’s background.
And these past two months had been pure insanity.
……
For the first time, Tang Xin felt something unfamiliar—admiration.
Intense.
This man was formidable. And reckless.
Tang Xin gestured for her assistant to bring another coffee.
Then, watching the flame war unfold in the thread, she smirked.
She used to despise crude language.
But after months of lurking, she’d grown accustomed to these verbal brawls—even found them oddly cathartic.
"Taking a break?"
Tang Xin murmured to herself, "So the market’s about to stall? Maybe even pull back?"
She felt she understood Cao Cheng. His posts were infuriating, but they always seemed to hint at the truth.
And if you ignored the trolling and focused on the content,
You could glimpse his predictions for the future.
Most people, blinded by rage or envy, missed it entirely.
But anyone calm and rational enough to follow his posts could’ve ridden his coattails to profits—maybe not life-changing sums, but enough to feast.
So,
Tang Xin dissected this seemingly boastful post multiple times.
Looking past the surface, the essence was clear:
A market correction was coming.
And that aligned with basic economics.
Nothing rises forever.
The only questions were:
How long would it last?
And how deep would it go?
"I need to meet him!"
"I have to meet him!"
The idea took root in Tang Xin’s mind.
And once it did, it grew uncontrollable.
She even had the means to arrange it.
She’d just never acted on it before.
……
……
The weather was perfect today.
Around 20°C, partly cloudy, with a gentle breeze.
Lounging by the pool with a mojito (Jay Chou’s favorite), life couldn’t be better.
The past week had been nothing but rain and gloom.
Overcast skies were depressing—though the silver lining was that the entire south was equally miserable, thanks to the weather and the stock market.
And just moments ago,
Cao Cheng received his third divine treasure chest.
The first contained a Revival Card.
Last month, the second granted Teleportation!
That’s right.
Another god-tier ability: instantaneous movement.
Starting range: 100 meters.
Each 100-meter jump cost 1 point of mental energy.
Currently, Young Master Cao’s mental stat was at 80!
So,
Theoretically, he could teleport up to 8 kilometers in one go.
But it was safer to reserve at least 1 point to anchor his soul, so he preferred moving in 1-kilometer increments.
The Ultimate Escape Technique!
Cao Cheng has come to realize...
Aside from those useless skills, every single useful one is somehow related to escaping or saving his life.
Is the system that terrified of him getting killed?
"Let me draw another god-tier skill later."
"I refuse to believe it'll be another escape skill."
"I already have plenty of ways to stay alive."
"System, don’t worry about me dying—I’m lying low at home every day, so I won’t kick the bucket anytime soon."
"Can’t you just give me a cultivation technique or something?"
"I want immortality!"
Young Master Cao isn’t pretending anymore—he’s laying his cards on the table.
He doesn’t want to die.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
