Returning to the villa in the busy downtown area, Sage closed the door behind him.
That heavy security door cut off the still-noisy siren sounds from outside, as if leaving the “Man of Golden Light”—who had just slaughtered everyone like a god atop those ruins—outside the door.
The house was quiet.
The expensive leather slippers were still neatly placed in the entryway; that hot-tempered S-Class Hero fiancée of his hadn’t returned yet.
This was normal, though.
After all, with such a big mess—Monsters causing destruction and a mysterious powerhouse appearing—as the trump card of the Hero Association, Tornado was likely throwing a fit at the association headquarters right now, pointing at the noses of those higher-ups and cursing them for their incompetence.
Sage took off his crisp black suit.
He casually pulled off his tie and threw it on the sofa.
He walked to the fridge, took out a can of chilled cola, and popped the tab with a “snap.” He tilted his head back and took a large gulp.
The icy liquid slid all the way down his throat, washing away the last trace of restless heat remaining in his body from the intense battle he had just experienced.
“Phew—” Sage let out a long breath and threw himself heavily into the soft leather sofa.
Fighting like that…
although acting cool in the sky earlier felt pretty good, that feeling of every nerve being strained was indeed quite mentally taxing.
However, now was not the time to lie around like a salted fish.
Sage raised his hand and looked at his slender fingers.
A faint golden light was flowing there, proof that the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit was surging through his veins.
He had power.
But it wasn’t enough.
Far from enough.
In this world where you could be crushed by a meteorite just buying groceries, having fists alone isn’t enough.
You also need money, status, and a cover that allows you to establish yourself and live comfortably in this society.
He couldn’t really just live off Tornado forever, could he?
Though that “rice” was indeed fragrant and soft.
But as a transmigrator with the Soul of a chauvinist, if his pockets were cleaner than his face, he’d be the laughingstock of everyone.
“Gotta make some money.” Sage accurately tossed the empty cola can into the trash bin several meters away.
He stood up and walked straight toward the simple workshop that originally belonged to his original self, which was filled with cluttered equipment.
Although the original self was a failed game developer whose games were basically trash, the equipment he left behind was still passable.
Sage sat in the computer chair, his hands resting on the keyboard.
The massive memory bank in his mind began to churn wildly.
With so many classic AAA masterpieces from Earth in his past life, so many divine works that made countless shut-ins spend money like crazy, in this world where the entertainment industry was extremely scarce and everyone only knew how to run for their lives or watch heroes fight Monsters, it was a complete dimensional strike.
Which one to choose?
Those hardcore Souls-like games?
No, people in this world already live under great pressure.
Making them suffer in a game would probably lead them to smash their computers.
I need to choose something with beautiful art, novel gameplay, and most importantly—something that makes people willing to shell out money!
Sage’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Genshin Impact.
The ACG open-world masterpiece that drove countless people crazy.
The technology tree of this world is very skewed; black technology emerges one after another, but the game industry is as backward as a century ago.
That sense of exploration in an open world, the combat mechanics of elemental reactions, and those waifu characters that look better than real people.
In this world, this is a winning hand!
No sooner said than done.
Sage’s physical fitness had been fully enhanced by the Glint-Glint Fruit.
What level could his hand speed reach?
If he wanted to, he could completely transform into a human typewriter, even leaving afterimages on the keyboard.
Plus, his brain had photon-level calculation speed.
Writing code?
That was simply easier than drinking water for him.
Clatter, clatter—!!!
In the small workshop, the dense sound of keyboard typing instantly rang out.
The sound merged into one, like a heavy rain wildly drumming on the eaves.
Code flowed down the computer screen like a waterfall.
Sage’s fingers had completely turned into a blurred shadow.
He was creating a world.
Using this world’s top-tier game engine, combined with his superhuman thinking speed, the models, textures, and animation modules that would normally take a team of hundreds several years to produce were rapidly taking shape in his hands like magic.