The Next Day
Online discussions about "King's Glory" were still flooding the internet.
—It's so fun, seriously so fun. I don’t even want to quit the game. This is the first time I’ve played something with such an amazing experience.
—Absolutely! The smoothness of this game is way better than that knockoff version Starlight Group released. The original is just unbeatable—no comparison to a cheap copy.
—Starlight Group, plagiarizing scum! Even a stray dog would bark at them in disgust!
—Daily reminder: Has Starlight Group gone bankrupt yet?
"King's Glory" had exploded in popularity. Walking down the street, you could constantly hear friends or couples debating which hero to play. Even coworkers would ask each other, "Have you tried King's Glory yet?"
Playing the game had become a nationwide craze overnight. Download numbers were skyrocketing, and purchases of heroes and skins were surging at an unprecedented rate.
Lei Hui looked over the performance reports his secretary had handed him and nodded in satisfaction.
"Excellent."
"After work today, the game development and marketing teams will all go out for dinner and karaoke. Let’s have a good time—tomorrow, take the day off," Lei Hui said with a smile.
The secretary grinned in response. "Understood, General Manager. I’ll make the arrangements right away."
Lei Hui’s gaze returned to the data in his hands, his excitement growing.
This was the first domestically developed game to achieve such explosive success!
In the past, very few women played mobile games, but now, a significant portion of "King’s Glory’s" player base was female.
With this game, Skyveil Group was poised to become the most profitable gaming company in the industry.
Lei Hui couldn’t help but look forward to their next project—the battle royale game.
Sometimes, he wondered just how Lin Xuan’s brain worked. How could someone casually produce hit novels, chart-topping music, and now, blockbuster game concepts?
Anything Lin Xuan touched turned to gold.
Following him had been the right decision.
Glancing at the time, Lei Hui decided it was time to start dismantling Starlight Group’s empire—piece by piece.
He wasn’t going to strike all at once.
No, he’d drag it out.
That would be far more agonizing.
Lei Hui sent out dossiers on Starlight Group’s biggest celebrity endorsers to various platforms.
Weibo, Xiaohongshu, Bilibili, Zhihu—these platforms were fierce competitors, usually at each other’s throats.
For convenience, Lei Hui had created a group chat.
Normally, the members stayed silent, only appearing when he assigned tasks.
He pasted the pre-prepared content into the chat.
[Once this goes live, push it to trending.]
The CEOs, usually swamped with work, replied instantly.
[Weibo CEO]: Lei, consider it done. Front-page trending, plus a push to all users.
[Zhihu CEO]: On it!
[Xiaohongshu CEO]: Got it. Maximum exposure guaranteed.
[Bilibili CEO]: Do you have the videos ready? If not, we’ll make them for you—top placement, no compromises.
Lei Hui smirked.
Getting all these CEOs in one group, all obediently following orders—who else but their boss could pull that off?
For show, he sent another message.
[What’s the cost for the trending spots?]
[Weibo CEO]: With our relationship? Free!
[Xiaohongshu CEO]: No charge from us either.
[Bilibili CEO]: Don’t even mention payment. Not taking a cent.
[Zhihu CEO]: Complimentary service!
Lei Hui had known they wouldn’t charge him—he’d only asked to maintain appearances.
After working with Lin Xuan for so long, he’d picked up the habit of pinching pennies. If he could avoid spending, he would.
[Lei Hui]: Then I owe you all a meal.
[Weibo CEO]: No need for that, Lei. No formalities between us.
In the group chat, they could still play nice for a while.
But if they met in person? He wasn’t sure he could stop himself from throwing hands.
Just then, a senior executive walked in to report to the Weibo CEO and accidentally glimpsed his phone screen.
Bewildered, he asked, "Chairman… are you roleplaying in a group chat?"
The CEO was getting up there in years—why was he suddenly indulging in this?
Was he trying to relive his childhood?
"Roleplaying?" The Weibo CEO frowned.
The executive pointed at his phone. "All the names in that group are platform CEOs. Isn’t this some kind of roleplay scenario?"
"Those are the actual people," the CEO replied.
"Actual people?" The executive’s eyes widened.
"Yes."
"But…" The man looked stunned. "How are you all willingly in the same group?"
And getting along, no less!
Weren’t they usually at each other’s throats?
The Weibo CEO’s expression darkened.
They hadn’t joined voluntarily.
This was all Lin Xuan’s doing.
His hacking skills were on another level—he could crash any of their platforms with a snap of his fingers.
This is an internet company, and the network is absolutely crucial to them.
If Lin Xuan were to crash their platform, their company might as well shut down.
So this little lord Lin Xuan—they had no choice but to cater to him.
When Lei Hui, under Lin Xuan's command, wanted to create a group chat, how could they dare refuse?
"Let's not discuss this matter further. Since you’ve finished reporting, you can leave for now." The CEO of Weibo dismissed the executive.
Beep.
Another notification sounded from WeChat.
The Weibo CEO picked up his phone to check—Lei Hui had sent over a pile of documents.
[Lei Hui]: These contain the schedule. Arrange the trending topics according to the specified times.
The Weibo CEO skimmed through the contents, his face filled with shock.
"This… this… this…"
He quickly exited the chat and began frantically typing on his keyboard.
[Weibo CEO]: Mr. Lei, if I may ask… where did you obtain all this?
[Lei Hui]: We acquired it through legitimate means.
The Weibo CEO: "…"
Legitimate means?
Who did they think they were fooling?
As the founder of Weibo, did they really expect him to buy such a flimsy excuse?
Even if Lei Hui refused to explain, he already knew—Lin Xuan must have dug this up using his hacking skills.
The Weibo CEO reopened the files Lei Hui had sent and couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement.
This was ruthless. With such damning evidence stacked against them, even a company as resilient as Starlight Group wouldn’t last long.
A frown creased his brow.
If Lin Xuan could uncover Starlight Group’s secrets, he could just as easily expose his own.
No businessman had completely clean hands—there was always something to hide.
And none of it would hold up under scrutiny.
From now on, he’d have to suck up to Lin Xuan even harder.
Because if he ever crossed him, all it would take was one leaked scandal, and it would be game over.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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.”