Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!

"Since my closest friend died in a conspiracy, I inherited his political legacy and took up the cause of 'a world for humanity,' starting down the path of resistance."

"Truthfully, my interest in politics was never great, plagued as it was by too many unsavory dealings. Being a lawyer like I am now, speaking up for the people, might very well be a kind of happiness. But that is just personal contentment, an insignificant happiness."

"I had to delve into the darkness to seize a greater happiness. The closer to the darkness, the more the air filled with lethal danger. Fortunately, I was not fighting alone; we were a group of people."

The story that followed described Fu Liaoyi's journey into politics.

Due to the system, his long career as a lawyer had accumulated a considerable reputation for him—the support from the masses was strong yet fleeting.

The political strife in South Gao Country became increasingly vicious.

However, Fu Liaoyi was killed at the age of 54 by a gunman with a mental illness.

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After reading these things, old Wang was completely unsettled.

The future of Earth was indeed unpredictable and chaotic, rife with contradictions—from cement trucks to mentally ill gunmen.

The two talents he had painstakingly nurtured had both died in conspiracies!

It was truly... unacceptable!

But such was the nature of the world's development—it had peaks and troughs—and between hope and despair, it struggled to find a way forward.

Even if Lu Wenhao and Fu Liaoyi did not make it to the end, they still pushed the historical progress forward by a fraction of a percent.

This proved that their actions, including their ultimate fates, were not in vain; others would always take up the banner of justice and pursue the surging tides of history.

The creators of history are people, and so are those who turn the tide.

Upon reflecting on this, Wang Hao remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, "Regarding the life trajectories of the two of them, I don't intend to interfere too much because they no longer have anything left to trade."

"Really not going to interfere? Captain..." This time it was the artificial intelligence Xiao Ai speaking.

In the past, she wouldn't have made too many suggestions, but the deaths of these two were just too regrettable. At an age over fifty, at the zenith of their prestige and ability, to die so senselessly.

They could have further advanced the world.

Wang Hao fell into thought for a moment, then sighed, "The deal has already been closed; the mission of their lives should be completed by themselves. These are the rules of the Game, Xiao Ai. After completing a trade, the following destiny should be controlled by humans themselves, not us playing nanny to them."

"We must now establish a complete set of rule systems. In case one day we leave, this set of Game rules can still operate normally, like automatons working on their own, to prevent a direct collapse."

Leave?

Xiao Ai looked blankly at the Black Flame above the Captain's head.

The blazing flame, with its sinister smile, seemed to be learning... yes, it was learning the Captain's thought habits!

Wang Hao closed the Book of Destiny and once again started to ponder.

He was somewhat restless himself, yet reluctant to rashly break the rules he had set; after much thought, he could only attribute the deaths of the two guests to the vast future environment of Earth.

"The future is still changeable; this section of text is just a part of the prediction for the future."

"As long as we interfere more with the entire Earth World, more butterfly effects can be generated. Through the butterfly effect, we can, in turn, interfere with their destinies."

Thinking this way, an idea suddenly sparked: "I've thought of a good method!"

"What method?" Han Xiaoyue asked.

"Idealists like Fu Liaoyi and Lu Wenhao may not be abundant on Earth, but in the grand scheme of things, their numbers are not small—they simply lack individual opportunity. And I, if only I could cultivate tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of idealists, couldn't I completely transform the greater environment of Earth civilization? Thus changing the destiny of those two individuals!"

Amazed by his wild notion, Xiaoyue was initially stunned. The initial nurturing of Fu Liaoyi and Lu Wenhao was meant to change the greater environment, for the sake of earning the energy of the space-time tides.

But now, forcibly changing the grand environment to reverse the fates of these two people was like upending cause and effect.

However, upon closer consideration, Wang Hao's idea seemed not too bad.

After all, it also counted as a link in the chain of saving humanity.

Han Xiaoyue and Xiao Ai exchanged a look, and then very tacitly refrained from voicing any objection.

Before long, an excited Wang Hao returned to the store named "Wish" and began to seriously ponder a comprehensive plan to transform Earth's environment.

"My efficiency working alone is far too low; attending to ten customers a day nearly kills me."

"So the 'Wish' store needs to have the ability to work automatically... just like the 'Emperor of Heaven,' automatically selecting qualified idealistic youths, then signing a contract. That way, efficiency would greatly increase!"

As his thoughts continued to evolve, the Black Flame on his head grew more and more intense.

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The Captain sat in his seat, deep in thought, and no one dared to rashly disturb him.

Xiao Ai stood to one side, dumbfounded, not understanding what strange ideas the Captain had come up with this time, only seeing the flame growing rapidly, becoming increasingly evil.

"Do you want to make a trade..."

Xiao Ai turned her head away, ignoring it further.

While another girl, Han Xiaoyue, curiously looked at the war trophies displayed around her—the various eyeballs, internal organs, and scales, admiring each one in turn, even opening the cabinet to poke at one of the scales with her finger.

Listening to the incessant temptation of the Black Flame, she suddenly asked, "Big Cousin, if there really was a Planet Fortress from a Prehistoric Civilization, would you like to live here?"

"Huh?!" Wang Hao was interrupted in his thoughts and turned around, "It doesn't seem too different from life on Earth; just a different place to play games, a different place to open a shop."

"After all, I'm a bit of a homebody and don't often go out to socialize."

Wang Hao suddenly thought of something and laughed, "Or do you not mind Xiao Ai's existence? She looks quite similar to you! Don't you find that awkward?"

Xiao Ai hurriedly stepped back a few paces, distancing herself from the terrifying Captain.

Han Xiaoyue rolled her eyes, "Bothered as I may be, there's nothing I can do; she already exists... Besides, she's just an artificial intelligence. You wouldn't harbor any bizarre thoughts, would you?"

Wang Hao coughed and blushed slightly, "Understood, no bizarre thoughts! Even though I'm not some lewd maniac, no man could resist the temptation of cloning 100,000 beautiful girls who can change their appearance... If so, I would definitely want to live here!"

"Today I'll choose Pinkie 10086, Goldie 10000, and Snowball 8848! Xiao Ai, hurry up and clone, clone 100,000 girls!"

The artificial moron stood there, stunned, unsure to execute the command.

Han Xiaoyue noticed the guy had reverted to his scoundrelly ways and threw a punch in anger, obviously back in the real world.

She also kicked her Big Cousin several times, kicking hard enough to make him yelp in pain.

"Take that for starting a harem... I'll teach you to start a harem!"

After Wang Hao was beaten, he found a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He cleared his throat, "Ahem, Xiao Ai, let's not clone for now, prioritize resolving some current issues first, then think about the other things... Now, let's start the shop."

A grey mist rose, the flickering lamp started dimming intermittently, and Wang Hao donned his exclusive mask, the Black Flame on his head burning ominously high.

The entire atmosphere switched from science fiction to European-style fantasy.

However, before Wang Hao could touch the Crystal Ball, Han Xiaoyue had already beaten him to the customer's seat, seated in her beige dress.

"Hm?" Wang Hao looked at her, puzzled, "Do you have a desire? Please, the wishes here come with a cost. Even you are no exception."