"So, you're telling me that right now I need to play the role of an overbearing CEO in the world of Dragon Heir: Silent Gods, and that I'll earn rewards as my role-play rating increases?"
In a park in the Zhongpu District of Kowloon District, Min Moyou muttered to himself as he looked at his reflection in the pond.
That's right. Min Moyou had simply been at home playing *Dragon Heir: Silent Gods*, a game that had just launched. After grinding non-stop for five days, he had finally completed all the quests and found every single treasure chest, leaving nothing left to grind.
And since Min Moyou was terrible at video games, he had hit a wall on stages like the Dust Tribulation Phantasm because his characters weren't strong enough, leaving him with no choice but to burn stamina every day just to raise his Director level.
An overwhelming sense of emptiness washed over him. Min Moyou looked at the *Dragon Heir: Silent Gods* game interface, where not a single red notification dot remained, tossed his phone aside, and gave a faint shake of his head.
"Tch, is that it? Finished already? Just a bunch of trivial nonsense."
The next moment, the tossed phone struck something and short-circuited, dragging Min Moyou's consciousness down into the dark depths...
When he woke up again, Min Moyou was lying on a bench in a bustling neighborhood, and a voice rang out in his mind:
[The Dragon Heir: Silent Gods Fictional Overbearing CEO System has been bound. Please role-play as an overbearing CEO, and the system will grant rewards based on your role-play rating.]
And that led to the scene of Min Moyou talking to himself by the pond.
...
[Please complete the newbie quest: Write a fictional yet reasonable family background to support the identity of an overbearing CEO. Complete the newbie quest to receive a "Newbie Starter Pack"!]
A flash of satisfaction crossed Min Moyou's eyes—an overbearing CEO? That sounded like the protagonist template from a power-fantasy web novel, right?
Very well, *Dragon Heir: Silent Gods*, I was wrong about you. You're actually quite fun after all.
With that, Min Moyou fell into deep thought.
Obviously, Kowloon District wasn't a simple place, infested as it was with all sorts of demons, ghosts, and monsters. To become an overbearing CEO who could do whatever he wanted in a place like this wouldn't be easy.
Why do whatever he wanted? Wasn't having money and a company enough for an overbearing CEO?
Are you kidding me?!
What kind of overbearing CEO is he if he can't do whatever he wants?
Who travels to another world just to take that kind of crap?!
As he thought about it, Min Moyou's mind naturally drifted toward his favorite launch character: Yubing.
Yubing, the current head of the Yu Clan in Wuli District, commanded numerous businesses and was undoubtedly extraordinarily wealthy. Her family even had Dragon Descendants among their subordinates, and the previous head of the family had treated human life with utter disregard, burying the truth of their crimes at will and playing with the world in the palm of their hand...
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now *that* is an overbearing CEO!
With that, Min Moyou formed a preliminary idea for his fictional background:
First, a fictional background had to be something others couldn't easily verify. This was Zhongpu District; locals were likely familiar with all sorts of legends and factions. If he was going to walk around Zhongpu District right now, he should invent a background from a more distant district.
Min Moyou thought the Minqin District sounded good. Min and Min shared the same pronunciation; Min Moyou felt this was destiny.
Secondly, it had to be utterly badass!
And what was the most badass thing in this Kowloon District?
Naturally, it was the factions that held the Nine Sons Dragon Curse—those nine supreme dragon incantations wielded the ultimate power.
Whoever mastered a Nine Sons Dragon Curse was the Dragon King of a district!
Min Moyou decided his background *had* to include mastery over a supreme dragon incantation!
However, the Nine Sons Dragon Curse should already have their corresponding wielders by now, and not many had been revealed in the current game plot. Min Moyou had no idea how to make it up...
Then he would just make a grand, total fabrication! He would simply invent a tenth supreme dragon incantation!
Finally, the family's sphere of influence—they had to control the military, politics, and commerce all at once to truly be considered capable of doing whatever they wanted!
And so, the rough prototype of Min Moyou's fictional background took shape:
"An overlord-tier faction located in the Minqin District—the Minqin Min Clan—wields the tenth supreme dragon incantation outside of the Nine Sons Dragon Curse: 'Aohui' (In traditional concepts, the dragon has nine sons; this Aohui is the Tenth Ancestor Dragon from primeval mythological lore, born right before the Ancestor Dragon's death, rejected by the rules of heaven and earth, transcending the limits of the Three Realms, and bearing immense great fortune).
They maintain a very low profile in daily life, almost living in seclusion, yet in the hidden corners of every district throughout Kowloon District, the presence of the Minqin Min Clan can always be found.
The Min Clan counts hundreds of family members, dozens of Dragon Descendants, thousands of Death Guards, and tens of thousands of servants. They provided seed capital for numerous mega-corporations at their inception and hold substantial equity. Every generation of the family sends Dragon Descendants to join the Dragon Suppression Bureau to maintain cooperative relations between the family and the authorities.
At the same time, the Min Clan holds over a dozen Ancient Dragon Realms in their hands, developing and yielding all kinds of scarce resources.
Due to the Min Clan's massive financial power, influence, and clout, they intervene in the governance of the districts to a certain extent at the invitation of the authorities.
And I, Min Moyou, am the successor and current head of this generation of the Minqin Min Clan. Because the family has lived in seclusion for too long, they sent the next head, Min Moyou, to various districts to train and broaden his horizons. Once he accomplishes this mission, he will officially return to the family to wield supreme authority."
*Alright, system, my overbearing CEO background is written.*
Min Moyou chanted mentally, anxiously waiting for the system to accept this setting so he could check what was inside the Newbie Starter Pack and begin his power-fantasy life!
He couldn't wait any longer!
[Congratulations to the host for passing the review of your overbearing CEO background. The "Newbie Starter Pack" has been officially dispatched. Would you like to open it?]
Open!
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Overbearing CEO attire as follows—ten sets of the world's most top-tier, expensive, custom traditional-style suits; ten pieces of the world's most top-tier jewelry; 1,000 Jiufang Coins; and 100 Dragon Jade.]
[Additionally, the host is reminded that system rewards can only be given away and may not be traded in any form.]
"What? Whose overbearing CEO only has a thousand bucks on him?"
The jewelry and the complete outfit were great, but they couldn't be traded—though Min Moyou hadn't planned on trading them anyway, so he was quite satisfied with that part.
However, having only one thousand Jiufang Coins meant they would be spent in the blink of an eye. How was he supposed to act like an overbearing CEO with this?!
This left Min Moyou somewhat dissatisfied.
But what could he do?
[Please have the host change out of your shabby clothes as soon as possible to activate the overbearing CEO role-play rating.]
*Fine, fine. I'll take it one step at a time.*
With no other choice, Min Moyou found a public restroom and ducked inside to change.
Pulling a random outfit out of the system's portable storage space, Min Moyou's lowly dog eyes were instantly blinded by its radiance:
That suit was practically a work of art!
As his palm glided across the suit, feeling the fabric—warm, lustrous, and delicate to the touch—every single inch seemed imbued with the profound weight of history. It was made from extremely rare Yunjin or Songjin brocade.
Min Moyou didn't know much about fabrics, but he had heard and learned a bit about them back when he had just turned of age and his parents took him to buy a suit as ancoming-of-age gift.
Looking closer, the suit retained the essence of traditional Chinese garments—featuring elements like mandarin collars and knotted frog buttons. The collar was embroidered with dragons and phoenixes soaring in auspicious harmony, while the cuffs featured ink-wash-like cloud and water patterns that looked exceptionally ethereal and immortal.
Examining the materials more closely, he saw that the frog buttons and embroidery were actually woven with gold threads, and the center of each frog button encased a piece of jade wrapped in gold wire—whether agate, jadeite, or even Dragon Jade...
Good! Excellent!
Min Moyou couldn't wait to put on the new clothes, which naturally felt incomparably comfortable against his skin.
Next, he put on the ten accessories provided by the system: three rings and one thumb ring on each of his hands. The primary and secondary gemstones complemented each other brilliantly, featuring solid-color red jade, glass-grade imperial green jadeite, and pink diamonds. The ring bands were made of various high-purity precious metals like gold, platinum, and silver.
Hanging around his neck was an ink-jade plaque carved with lifelike dragons and tigers leaping with vigor. Clipped to the edge of his ear was a gold dragon-shaped earring whose crescent shape fit the outer contour of Min Moyou's ear to perfection. The golden dragon's massive maw was wide open, biting down on a golden chain, from which hung a crystalline, flawless, top-grade orange-yellow Dragon Jade...
Judging purely by appearance, Min Moyou already looked like a qualified upstart.
Then, withdrawing one thousand Jiufang Coins (in paper currency) from the system and stuffing them into his pocket, Min Moyou pushed open the restroom door, casually tossed the old T-shirt he had worn over from his original world into a roadside trash can, and walked back to the pond he had been at earlier.
The man in the reflection had delicate features, looking arrogant, stern, and sharp-eyed. He certainly possessed the initial visual traits of an overbearing CEO now.
[Congratulations to the host. The overbearing CEO role-play rating has increased. Current rating: 5%. Reward acquired—ten-thousandfold return on consumption!]
Min Moyou maintained an outward appearance of calm and nodded—all to keep up his overbearing CEO persona—while inwardly cheering wildly:
*That's right! Absolutely right! The system is truly awesome!*
With everything ready, Min Moyou just wanted to go on a wild spending spree, conquer the entire world through the system, and kick off a life of unbridled self-indulgence!
However, there was one last thing he had to do—bid farewell to his very first friend in this world.
And that was—the park bench!
Min Moyou had fallen asleep on it the moment he crossed over. That park bench was his starting point in this world; how could he not give it a proper goodbye?
Min Moyou felt he should sit on that park bench one more time and experience once again its cheap yet solid, reassuring load-bearing feel.
When he found the park bench again, Min Moyou saw from afar that a rather slovenly female was sitting on it, complaining, sighing helplessly, and muttering to herself.
That figure, that outfit, and that face were all too familiar to Min Moyou.
Wasn't that Tong?!
The corners of Min Moyou's mouth hooked up into a wicked, charming smile as he walked straight toward Tong.
...............
Having failed once again to collect her wages from Old Master Du, Tong walked out of the "Longchaoge Film Studio" in low spirits, muttering and grumbling endlessly under her breath as she complained about how helplessness was born of poverty.
"Are you kidding me? Old Master Du is clearly a cat, so how can he pull such a dog move?!"
"Shooting films doesn't make big bucks, but at least I saved on the special effects budget with the stuff I shot, didn't I?"
"Nagging about final cut quality every single day, complaining about insufficient funds every single day! Is your Longchaoge even a proper film studio?!"
"Open-source?! Cost-cutting?! I take on commissions every single day, and which of those sources was opened by anyone other than me? What right do you have to dock my wages for cost-cutting?! And you always have an excuse every single time, and I never win the argument against that stinking cat!"
"If it weren't for finding the supreme dragon incantation, nobody in their right mind would work with you lot!"
Strolling aimlessly with a heavy grievance in her heart, the young girl unconsciously wandered into a park.
Feeling somewhat tired from walking and happening to spot a park bench, she sat down on it to rest.
She had been busy all day, ventured into a Dragon Realm at noon to handle a commission, hadn't even eaten lunch, and the client had handed the money directly to Old Master Du without her getting a single penny—she had almost lost her life in the process, too...
"At this rate, I'm going to starve to death before payday arrives..."
Tong rubbed her flat little tummy—frequently using dragon incantations and pupil techniques consumed a tremendous amount of mental energy and physical stamina. By now it was late at night, and she was genuinely starving.
From not far away, the fragrant aroma of a snack street seemed to drift over...
"Wuaa, that smells so good... I want to go eat a late-night snack... *slurp~*"
Seemingly remembering something, Tong drooped her head again in low spirits and let out a long sigh:
"Forget it! I'll just chug a few more mouthfuls of the northwest wind... and hold out until morning to eat breakfast along with it."
"Otherwise, if I eat now, I'll just want to go straight to sleep, and by the time I wake up in the morning, I'll be starving again..."
"Sigh... When is this kind of life ever going to end?!"
"No way! I need to find two free laborers to shoot some films and make some quick cash!"
"I've decided! It'll be Xiaoguang and Xiaohui! I'll just tell them I'm giving them the lead roles for both actor and actress, guaranteeing they'll become famous overnight, and use that excuse to trick... er, persuade them to work for me for free!"
"I really am a sweet vegetable!"
The more Tong thought about it, the brighter her eyes became, as if she felt this had massive potential!
Yet for some reason, the space right in front of her suddenly grew dim—a figure had abruptly appeared before her, blocking the light from the streetlamp.
And Tong, who had been keeping her head down, successfully became a "dangling cat" (frozen in place).
Just as Tong was feeling puzzled, a few gentle, pleasant male words drifted over from the unidentified person standing right before her:
"Miss, it sounded just now like you were troubled by money matters?"
"I happen to have a great gig here. I wonder if you might be interested?"
As he spoke, Tong, whose sensory perception was exceptionally acute, even sensed that this man was brazenly looking her up and down. Before she could utter a sound, the man reached out and patted her head, smoothing down her hair just like one would stroke a cat or a dog.
This man was naturally Min Moyou, though before his transmigration,
Min Moyou had already been very fond of the female protagonist of *Dragon Heir: Silent Gods*. Now that the real person was standing right before his eyes, how could he control himself?
Thus, his demonic claws had instinctively reached out toward Tong's dog head...
Tsk, soft, but a bit greasy. It felt as though she hadn't washed her hair in two days.
Min Moyou thought to himself that reaching out to pet someone's dog head upon first meeting must be something an overbearing CEO would do, right?
However, before he could fully enjoy the headpat, Tong raised a hand and slapped his defenseless hand away.
"Not interested, not interested. Old Master Du is driving me crazy right now, get lost."
Famished as she was, what interest did Tong have in taking on a commission right now?
The mere thought that she had risked her life doing commissions with painstaking effort, only for the clients to hand all the money straight to Old Master Du, made Tong feel a stabbing pain in her chest.
Cousin, seriously! This just made me feel even worse! Which blind fool is coming to trigger me right now?!
The man whose hand had been swatted away—Min Moyou—coolly wiped a tiny trace of hair grease from his hand onto Tong's clothes. Although Tong's rejection of his proposal—despite being desperately short on money—caught the supremely confident Min Moyou somewhat off guard, the system's prompt quickly sobered him up:
[Warning! Warning! Please note that the host's actions do not match what an overbearing CEO should look like! Overbearing CEO role-play rating decreased by 1%. Please adjust yourself and raise the role-play rating as soon as possible, otherwise the system will retract the reward—ten-thousandfold return on consumption—after 24 hours.]
[Note: The ten-thousandfold return on consumption is a reward for reaching a 5% role-play rating.]
*Fine, fine, fine. You're all trying to force my hand, aren't you?*
Min Moyou recovered his cold and arrogant demeanor, reached out unceremoniously to pinch Tong's chin, and forced her to lift her head to meet his sharp gaze. Speaking in a cold tone, his deep voice tinged with an arrogance that looked down upon everything in the world, he said:
"No one can refuse me..."
Tong:?
"Woman, you've successfully caught my attention."
Tong: ???