"Not bad! The visual, auditory, and tactile sensations provided by the gaming glasses were strikingly lifelike - quite impressive!" He smiled faintly. "Indeed, experiencing feats unattainable in reality, such as skydiving and firearms combat, was exhilarating within the game's confines. Truly invigorating! My previous novice prowess has been transcended, emerging victorious through these augmented glasses. Utterly thrilling!"Yet, Evan remained unaware that his triumph owed not to the gaming glasses but rather the profound bodily enhancements bestowed by Glamorous Square Dance and Top-level Taekwondo. The former imbued him with unparalleled agility, effortlessly evading incoming projectiles, while the latter heightened his senses, enabling him to perceive adversaries from vast distances and detect their faintest footfalls, his eyes and ears functioning akin to high-powered optics. Concurrently, these enhancements fortified his physicality, granting him unrivaled speed and endurance."
With a crackle of green light, Adam toppled off the sofa, gaping in awe as he groped his surroundings in disbelief."Steady now," Evan chuckled. "Everything you see is a virtual projection from the gaming glasses. Physically, you're still in my living room, albeit having fallen off the couch."Adam froze, then twisted toward Evan, voice quavering. "Mr. Smith, is this another one of your inventions?""Yes, my gaming glasses—the true embodiment of my gaming vision, a chance to challenge Tencend and Brandon Green's ingenuity!""With this technology, Mr. Smith, every gaming company will fold. We'll reign supreme, unchallenged!"Adam suppressed his shock. "Mr. Smith, level with me. Is there anything you can't do? At this rate, I'll end up hospitalized from your mind-boggling talents!"Evan patted his shoulder with a sly grin. "I'm a renaissance man—my skills are myriad. Perhaps some supplements would serve you well. Now enough talk, immerse yourself in 'Survival Island' and experience true
"No need," Evan waved flippantly, sensing the System's brewing rage despite its invisible form.Refreshed after bathing, Evan gleefully piloted his crimson, limited-edition Aston Martin One-77 from the garage, the gaming glasses tucked snugly in his embrace, and sped toward Tiktoc's headquarters.The System's ludicrous task proved a laughable failure—its oversight so glaring! With an open-ended quest and bottomless funds, developing new products posed little challenge.Wealth's rapture washed over him—rules hardly applied to the affluent! Along the route, he indulged in impromptu drifts, unconcerned by traffic violations, collisions, or fines—money rendered them mere inconveniences. Midway through his reckless revelry, Sean called.Of course—who would dare reprimand someone flaunting an Aston Martin One-77?Answering jovially, Evan preempted, "Sean, were you planning to report our progress? No need—I'm already aware. I'm indulging in some street drifting at the moment!""Drifting?" S
Throughout their Lumina City tour, Brandon had steadfastly refused Adam's prodding about a sale, insisting solely on investment opportunities. Yet now, after a few words from Mr. Smith, he capitulated?Unknown to Adam, Evan had swayed Brandon's resolve with but a glance."Hmm." Evan acknowledged their displays, reclining leisurely in his office chair. "Very well, Brandon Green. Take two hours to persuade your Bluehole colleagues. I had intended to discuss this matter with you this afternoon, but it seems already settled, so we shall convene a meeting instead. You can announce the news then." "Adam, extend invitations to the media. I want all Elysia to learn of our Bluehole acquisition—it shall serve as our first salvo against Tencend!" "Finally, Adam, prepare the venue. Place a small box beneath each seat; I have something to distribute during the event."Adam gasped, realization dawning—Mr. Smith's words and deeds aligned seamlessly, each step unfolding with meticulous precision!
"Hold on, what was I thinking? Shouldn't I be replicating these gaming glasses instead of pondering over gold and diamonds?""Come to think of it, I have the Super Rich System, which grants me unlimited wealth. With an abundance of dollars at my disposal, why would I covet precious metals and gems, unless in times of turmoil? In general, the almighty dollar reigns supreme in its practicality!"With this realization, Evan's gaze fell upon the vacant spot on his desk where the alien computer once stood, now reduced to particles and reassembled into the two gaming glasses in his hands."If one computer could only replicate two pairs of glasses, wouldn't I need over fifty computers to produce a hundred pairs? Such wastefulness! These material-based glasses would be unaffordable for the common folk.""Hmm, since this replication process can reorganize particles, why not utilize discarded plastic instead?"After a brief contemplation, he exited his office and summoned Adam. "Do we have any
Thud! Adam fell heavily to the ground, bowing his head in reverence.Mr. Smith was truly a divine figure, capable of crafting such high-tech marvels from mere refuse, and in under an hour, no less – an inconceivable feat!"Hmm?" Sensing Adam's silence, Evan probed again. "You were about to say something earlier. Finish your thought.""It's like this, Mr. Smith. Mr. Pony learned about our afternoon press conference and took the initiative to invite a group of gaming tycoons to disrupt and sabotage the event!" Adam quickly scrambled to his feet, reporting solemnly."Disrupt? Sabotage?" Evan's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning chillingly piercing."Very well, let them come and cause disruptions, let them try to ruin the event. I'd like to see how they plan to do so – perhaps they'll end up being the ones slapped in the face!""Mr. Smith, you mean to let them in without obstruction?""Yes.""Then, Mr. Smith, should I still attend the press conference on your behalf this afternoon?""Yes.""
Another rev of the engine, and the Aston Martin One-77 shot off like a loosed arrow!At one-fifty in the afternoon, though the Clark Hotel was already teeming with people, Evan's estimation proved accurate – just over a hundred attendees had arrived for the press conference.Of course, this count excluded Pony's group, still en route via public transportation!Meanwhile, the seven remaining core members of the Bluehole Studios, having learned of the event, swiftly chartered a flight to Lumina City. Accompanied by Tiktoc's top executives, they occupied the front row at the press conference.However, Brandon Green, the primary Bluehole representative, stood at the edge of the stage alongside Adam, engaged in a lively discussion about the upcoming event details."Click, click!"Camera flashes flickered incessantly, with over seventy reporters present, representing nearly every major news outlet in Elysia!Naturally, various gaming companies had also dispatched representatives, seated in
Pony's declaration elicited another wave of astonishment. Tencent had built its empire through imitation, unabashedly replicating popular games since establishing its gaming division, utterly disregarding intellectual property rights. Yet now, to thwart Tiktoc's entry into gaming, they sought licensing from Bluehole? Truly unprecedented!The attendees' shock clouded their judgment, failing to grasp Pony's true motive – not a newfound respect for copyrights but a desire to safeguard his slice of the battle royale pie from Tiktoc's encroachment. Businessmen, ever the ravenous sharks, would pursue any profitable venture!"Mr. Pony speaks the truth!" Pony's gaming magnate entourage chimed in approvingly, with the NetEase CEO, holder of World of Warcraft's domestic rights, chiming in, "Once Mr. Pony secures the deal with Bluehole Studios, today's press conference will become a laughingstock!"Emboldened by their confrontational stance, the previously seated gaming executives with ill inten