Shi Peiran called Lin Qingwan.
Seeing the caller ID on her phone, Lin Qingwan frowned. "That's all for today. You may leave now," she instructed the subordinates in her office.
"Yes."
After they left, only Lin Qingwan remained in the office.
She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear. "What is it?"
"President Lin," Shi Peiran cautiously glanced around, ensuring no one was nearby before continuing in a hushed tone, "Tianmu Group's 'King's Pesticide' has finished development. They're planning to start the beta test today."
"What? So soon?" Lin Qingwan's eyes widened. "What's going on? Why am I only hearing about this now?"
"President Lin, just two days ago, they mentioned there were still minor bugs to fix and that it would take at least two weeks. I have no idea why they suddenly decided to launch the beta test."
Shi Peiran hastily fabricated an excuse and added, "You're the eldest sister of our boss. You know how strong his programming skills are. He visited the company yesterday—maybe he fixed all the bugs then."
"Alright, I understand."
Lin Qingwan's brows remained tightly knit.
After ending the call with Shi Peiran, she immediately strode in her high heels—click, click, click—toward the chairman's office.
Lin Chang was still reviewing documents, with Lin Li also present.
"You've done an excellent job with this report," Lin Chang praised with a smile.
"Thank you for the compliment, Dad. It's all thanks to your guidance." Lin Li responded with humility.
Lin Chang looked at him with satisfaction.
Lin Li was talented and filial—if not for the fact that he had become a eunuch, he would have been the perfect successor for the company.
What a shame.
Lin Chang shook his head.
Lin Qingwan pushed open the door and entered the chairman's office.
"Wan'er, what brings you here?" Lin Chang frowned in confusion.
"Dad, I have urgent news."
Since Lin Li was family, Lin Qingwan spoke directly. "Shi Peiran just contacted me. Tianmu Group is about to begin beta testing for their game, 'King's Pesticide.'"
"What?"
Lin Chang abruptly stood up from his chair.
"Our game has only just been completed," Lin Qingwan suggested. "Should we also start beta testing?"
"No, it's too late for that," Lin Chang rejected the idea.
"Our game is identical to Tianmu Group's. If they launch before us, they'll flood the market with promotions, especially with their platform, Hu Yin, backing them. They'll dominate the market in no time. All our efforts and investments over the past year would go to waste."
"Our entertainment division is already struggling against Tianmu Group. We can't afford another misstep in gaming!"
Moreover, if Tianmu Group's game succeeded, they would rise to unprecedented heights.
Starlight Group would never be able to compete with them again.
And any hope of forcing Lin Xuan to return to the family would vanish entirely.
Lin Chang's expression darkened.
Lin Qingwan frowned. "Dad, then how do we beat them to the market?"
Lin Chang said firmly, "Skip beta testing. Release the game directly, backed by massive marketing. That way, we'll secure the user base first."
"But Dad, what if there are issues with the game without beta testing?" Lin Qingwan voiced her concern.
"There shouldn't be any problems," Lin Chang asserted confidently.
"We hired top-tier programmers and spent over a year developing this game. How could anything go wrong?"
"Still..." Lin Qingwan remained uneasy. "Dad, I think we should play it safe."
Hearing her words, an inexplicable sense of foreboding crept into Lin Chang's heart, as though something ominous awaited.
He relented with a nod. "Fine, I'll be cautious. But we won't waste time on beta testing. Instead, I'll hire internationally renowned gaming and programming experts to inspect the game. If they find no issues, we'll launch immediately."
"Alright."
Lin Qingwan didn't object further.
This was indeed the best course of action.
"Dad, I'll get back to work now."
She left the chairman's office, her expression clouded with worry.
Under her breath, she murmured, "Xiao Xuan, don't blame your elder sister. Starlight Group is Dad's life's work. I only acted against your company to protect it."
"Your company's Hu Yin, entertainment, and literature divisions are thriving. Losing 'King's Pesticide' won't hurt you much. Xiao Xuan, you're so capable—you'll develop another game."
As she spoke, the weight in her heart lightened somewhat.
She was in the wrong this time, but she would find a way to make it up to Lin Xuan later.
Lin Chang personally spent a fortune hiring world-famous programming and gaming experts.
He tasked them with identifying any potential flaws before the official launch.
Meanwhile, Lei Hui had been monitoring Starlight Group's movements on Lin Xuan's orders.
He immediately reported their actions to Lin Xuan.
"Boss, they've brought in experts to inspect their game. What if they find the hidden flaws?" Lei Hui asked anxiously.
Lin Xuan smirked coldly. "The vulnerabilities I planted aren't something they can easily detect."
"Let them search all they want. All we have to do is sit back and watch their game collapse on a massive scale. Then, we'll reap the rewards."
This way, they wouldn’t even need to spend on marketing.
A dark glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.
The program he had embedded appeared flawless on the surface.
But once he triggered it with a few lines of code, the game would crash—permanently.
This would teach Lin Chang and Lin Qingwan the consequences of stealing someone else's work.
Hearing Lin Xuan's words, Lei Hui finally relaxed.
Of course. Why should he doubt his boss?
"Got it."
Lei Hui nodded, then couldn't resist adding, "Boss, you're downright ruthless."
Who else could promote their products without spending a dime—relying entirely on their rivals to do the work?
Take Palm Treasure, for example. It gained fame by piggybacking on Leap Website, not to mention hacking Weibo's backend to secure a top trending spot.
Their movies rode on Starlight Group's promotional campaigns.
And now, this game would benefit from Starlight Group's marketing budget while they swooped in for the kill.
The cost of advertising alone probably exceeded the game's development expenses.
Lin Xuan knew exactly what Lei Hui meant. He chuckled.
"No, I'm a good person. I'm just giving them a taste of their own medicine."
Thank you to... Huaqi..., Huameng Manshuo, Beimu Shuangfeng, Shiguang Yinyu, and other dear friends for your gifts.
Something happened... My heart aches, and I feel like crying. I couldn’t sleep at all last night...
Uu.

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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.”

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!