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.
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."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
