Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!

The tall boy sneered, "I won't let go!"

Ma Yilong saw "his right hand" being raised—an action not controlled by him.

That right hand grasped the other person's arm!

In just an instant, the classroom filled with gruesome wails—his strength was, astonishingly, far greater than the boy's!

Then, with a flicking gesture, the tall boy's head was flicked and he was sent flying out forcibly.

"What is this... Great Xia martial arts?" Ma Yilong looked at the scene before him in surprise, "Have I been possessed by a demon? Have I become so strong?"

The air grew still and soon, the school bullies regained their senses and charged at him, yelling.

But in less than ten seconds, with soft sounds of thumps and slaps, the group collapsed to the ground.

"Ma Yilong" dusted off his hands, making a disdainful gesture, and shouted loudly:

"Idiots, in your eyes, intelligence is just a trivial thing. You don't value wisdom, nor do you despise it. If all other things were equal, you would still prefer to be a bit smarter because it's better than being dumb. But overall, intelligence carries much less weight in your hearts than looks, charm, or athletic ability."

"But in fact, you're wrong. What makes humans superior to animals is the existence of wisdom."

"So, what I desire more is something else—intelligence. This doesn't just mean getting good grades in school. What I truly want is to be able to design amazing rockets, write beautiful essays, understand the principles of programming."

"In a word, I want to do great things."

"As for enjoying my time with you, I couldn't care less! Idiots, you are psychologically still in a childish state, treating others with cruelty. You torment me just for fun as if pulling the legs off an insect. Before a conscience develops, torment is a form of entertainment. So, you're just a bunch of grown-up idiots."

"I spent just one night learning martial arts and now, I've beaten you all to a pulp."

"If you want to challenge me, feel free."

"If you keep this up, in the next few decades, you'll be destitute on the streets, in prisons, addicted to drugs, while I will lead a different life, a bunch of idiots."

Ma Yilong found his fingers pointing at the group lying on the ground, beaten black and blue.

In fact, these words were not his own, but spoken by some will in the darkness on his behalf.

But at this moment, he felt fantastic!!

The depressive air in his heart slowly dissipated.

"I will build my Orion spacecraft and land on Mars. I want to change the world! Of course, you won't understand, just wait and see, idiots!"

After uttering this series of cheesy lines, Ma Yilong stood tall and proud, striding away.

Towards,

A brave new world!

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...

"Is he really going to become a world billionaire?!" Han Xiaoyue couldn't help but ask, "Becoming a tycoon can change the world? Quick, look at your Book of Destiny, what exactly does it say?"

"The 'Book of Destiny' can only be used once a day; now, there's no way to observe his destiny," Wang Hao touched his chin, very satisfied with this transaction, "But it seems possible. However, this tycoon is just the publicly acknowledged wealthier person. There are many old families that don't engage in such wealth rankings, their wealth hidden in gold, funds, and supernatural objects."

"The liquidity and value of supernatural objects are far greater than so-called gold. So, he can only be the publicly recognized wealthiest for a while; in reality, there are many who are richer..."

"The world is so vast, and in the foreseeable future, a world war is unlikely. And the world is, after all, divided between rich and poor. It's better for someone with a bit of idealism to become a wealthy person than those wealthy tycoons indulging in material excess."

"Going to Mars is a challenging grand goal; it requires hundreds or thousands of supporting factories, a large number of scientists working on related tasks, and will attract the attention of large populations worldwide. It might even inspire a small fraction of people's ideals... Don't you find this series of chain reactions interesting?"

Xiaoyue nodded in agreement, "Hmm, having a higher ideal is indeed a good thing."

"But can this butterfly effect caused by Ma Yilong interfere with the destinies of Lu Wenhao as well as Fu Liaoyi?"

"It could, but it's still a little weak considering they are in two different transitions. However, don't worry, I will recruit more candidates! As long as there are more and more people like this, the world will ultimately change because of it."

Wang Hao took a deep breath and stroked the Crystal Ball, selecting the "Ideal Convictions" tag.

A burst of light flashed.

Soon after, there came a "knock knock knock" at the door, and a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man appeared in the shop.

He seemed to come from wealth and was somewhat panicked by the scene before him, but he introduced himself very politely: "My name is Donald... Do you sell desires here?"

This Mr. Donald made himself at home and sat down in a chair.

...

Wang Hao felt this man seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before: "What is your desire?"

The other party said in a resounding tone, "I want to make my country great again!"

"The finance industry has squeezed manufacturing, and capitalists have amassed the vast majority of wealth. The workers in the rust belt are facing increasingly high unemployment rates, and cities like Detroit are growing in number. The youth are foolish, unpatriotic, devoid of moral ideals, addicted to drugs and revelry. We need to repair our inner cities and rebuild highways, bridges, tunnels, airports, schools, and hospitals! We must take good care of our loyal and great veterans, rather than allowing them to wither away!"

"I also want to thank the special service security personnel; they're strong, smart, and wise."

"When I approach crowds and wave at them, they always pull me back, pushing me down into a chair. But they are good people, and I want to thank them."

"I want to make my country great again; it once was, but it has started to decline now. Of course, to do this, I need to climb to the highest position."

This guy was really talkative, and Old Wang was stunned by his speech.

After listening for a while, it turned out what he really wanted was to be a high-ranking official.

Eventually, Wang Hao had no choice but to interrupt the other's train of thought: "Sir, your desire is too grand, and you can't afford the corresponding price at present. To become president out of nowhere, you need to leverage a great deal of cause and effect, alter history, a cost you can't bear, understand?"

"How about this? Let's switch your thinking a bit. Make your eloquence more infectious; your speeches will greatly affect the surrounding people, with no detectable superpower fluctuations. How about that idea?"

"So, what would the cost be for that?"

(This part can't be too detailed, just keep it simple.)

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Having finally sent Mr. Donald on his way, Wang Hao was truly exhausted; the guy was a real haggler, with a businessman's unique shrewdness and proficiency in negotiation: his desires were ambitious, and yet he didn't want to shoulder too much of the cost.

So Old Wang and he argued back and forth for three hours, spraying saliva everywhere, before fulfilling one of the man's desires.

This kind of bargaining was quite exhilarating.

"Captain Sir!" Han Xiaoyue suddenly asked, "If that... becomes great again, what will happen to Great Xia Country?"

Wang Hao smiled, "Xiaoyue, from the perspective of all humanity, having a competitor may not be a bad thing. Without an inside challenge, there are no scholars, without an external one, no enemy to worry about, and the nation will perish."

"We must look beyond humanity and not favor any single nation."

"Moreover, having an ideal and having the ability are two different things; whether that gentleman can achieve it is still an unknown."

Xiaoyue nodded thoughtfully.