“Interesting.” As if possessed, he clicked on it.
This moment was like opening Pandora’s box.
As the most famous star in this world, he had seen countless so-called big productions, but never had one been like this “Genshin Impact,” where every detail hit his aesthetic sweet spots.
That character design, the logic of every strand of hair’s movement, the light effects of Elemental Bursts during combat.
Especially the character named “Jean,” with her upright, awe-inspiring posture as she wielded her sword to protect the city.
This was simply the most perfect manifestation of “justice” in his heart!
“This is justice!” “This is what a hero should look like!” “How can those muscle-bound barbarians who only know how to brawl compare to this elegance?” Sweet Mask stood up, his eyes shining with a near-fanatical light.
He even forgot his status, holding the tablet and watching for over an hour like an ordinary otaku.
Finally.
He logged into his official account, which was followed by hundreds of millions of fans.
Without hesitation and without letting his manager review it.
He clicked repost directly.
And added a highly provocative caption: [In this world filled with ugly Monsters, I have seen true radiance.
This is not just a game; it is the ultimate interpretation of the aesthetics of justice.
The creator named Sage, you…
understand beauty.
@Sage @GenshinImpact] As soon as this post went out.
The effect was more terrifying than throwing a torch into an oil depot.
“Am I seeing this right?!
Lord Mask actually recommended a game?” “Heavens!
If a game caught Lord Mask’s eye, how Advanced must it be?” “Who is Sage?
Doesn’t matter!
If Lord Mask recommended it, that’s it—I’m diving in!” “Genshin Impact,” which was already popular, instantly broke through cultural barriers thanks to this top-tier traffic boost.
Countless fans who didn’t usually play games, housewives, and even onlookers who were still on the fence all rushed in at once.
If Sage’s studio’s server were a living person, it would likely be foaming at the mouth and being rushed to the ICU by now.
Meanwhile, the protagonist, Sage.
Was sitting with his legs crossed, watching the balance in his back-end account continue to rise crazily.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands…
millions, hundreds of millions.
That bank account balance, which originally only had a few hundred yuan and required careful calculation even for food deliveries.
Had now turned into a dizzying long string of digits.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.
This money comes too easily.” Sage took a swig of the cola beside him and shook his head.
“As expected, no matter which world it is, 2D money is the easiest to earn.” Although the Glint-Glint Fruit gave him great power.
But that sense of progression that required constant training, development, and even risking his life to fight Monsters.
How could it compare to the reality of watching money flow into his pocket like a waterfall?
With this money.
Many plans could be moved forward.
For example, buying some top-tier nutrient solutions for his body—which currently seemed to have no side effects, but who knew what the future held.
For instance, upgrading this simple studio and replacing everything with supercomputers.
And then…
Sage looked up at the ceiling.
Above was the master bedroom, where Tatsumaki was sleeping.
“I should buy a gift for that tsundere Young Miss.” “After all, I’m staying in her place…
even if it’s legal, I should show some appreciation.” “I heard that although she’s strong, she’s actually still a young girl at heart.
She’d probably like something shiny, right?” “Or…
buy that limited edition tea set?
She seems to like drinking tea.” Sage rubbed his chin, a playful smile playing on his lips.
He was already starting to look forward to it.
To what kind of wonderful expression would appear on that woman’s face when he tossed an expensive gift in front of her.
What kind of reaction she would have.
Shock?
Disgust?
Or…
that hint of shyness she couldn’t hide?
Just then.
The phone on the desk began to vibrate frantically as if it were having a seizure.
Sage picked it up to look.
They were all calls from the publisher boss who had previously blacklisted him.
There were over fifty calls.
And even dozens of text messages.
The content was incredibly cringeworthy, calling him things like “Grandpa Su,” “Daddy Su,” and “Ancestor Su.” Sage sneered.
“Now you know how to call me daddy?” “Too late.” He swiped his finger lightly.
And hung up immediately.
Then he added the number to his blacklist.
Listening to the busy signal from the other end after being hung up on.
Sage felt the sound was more beautiful than any of Beethoven’s symphonies.
“Refreshing!”