Heaven's Stairway?
Upon hearing this term, the assistant inhaled sharply and broke out in a cold sweat.
In a small town near the Kunlun Mountain, there sat an abandoned civilian building dubbed "Heaven's Stairway." It looked no different from neighboring residential buildings—just a six-story building with a concrete exterior wall.
However, once inside the building, one would find that the staircase seed endless, as if it led to the far-away heaven.
In theory, through "Heaven's Stairway," one could reach any desired destination.
Of course, those who entered had to endure unimaginable risks.
Lu Tianming managed to extort so many props at once and was in a superb mood; he called his family, "Hello... Xuanxuan, it's Dad, I'm going on a business trip today, might be gone for many days. Dine at your aunt's over the weekend."
"...Can't help it, it's an urgent task. Don't worry too much!"
"Study hard and avoid early love."
A barely visible smile appeared on his face while on the phone.
To his relatives, he was a single father who had divorced and worked at a major state-owned enterprise.
His job was usually busy, and he earned a high salary.
His excellent daughter was his only expectation.
As for supernatural events, they were also a part of life—another dinsion of life that was thrilling, exciting, and insane.
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"Your delivery!"
"Thank you."
Wang Hao found it odd—he hadn't ordered anything recently, yet suddenly soone was sending him stuff.
He received an old-looking wooden box weighing over twenty pounds from the deliveryman.
This wooden box was exquisitely crafted, adorned with a "monkey offering a peach" pattern on its surface and emanating a slight chill, perhaps from cold-chain delivered fruit?
Upon checking the sender, [A Wild Man from the Northeast], well, soone really did send sothing...
"He mustn't fancy my leg hair..." Wang Hao shuddered.
Upon opening it, he was instantly amused—it was a batch of nicely presented honey peaches, lush and succulent, each weighing at least a pound!
The fools in the group chat sotis were quite generous—actually sending over 10 pounds of honey peaches!
Wang Hao decided he'd send a few more photos of his leg hair for them to see.
"Don't be shy, ask for as much as you like... even if you fantasize over my photos and do so naughty things, I'll just bear with it!"
The fully ripe honey peaches were pinkish-white inside, bursting with sweet, fragrant juice the mont he bit into one, truly a mortal indulgence.
"Now that it's only April, these off-season fruits must be quite expensive... The old guys in the chat really know how to enjoy life!"
"I should save so for my cousin, she loves eating."
Feeling good, he unwittingly began singing data.
After eating that large peach, feeling sowhat full, he buried the pit in the yard's soil. Who knows, maybe he could grow such fine peaches himself?
This was no joke, given his Jin Li physique, even planting vegetables would get a special boost.
He loved fruits as a child and used to toss the pits all around after eating. Over ti, the backyard almost turned into a fruit forest.
Then he fell into a state of idleness.
"I can't keep degenerating like this, I need to find sothing to do."
"Staying at ho playing gas all day, that's a Three-and-a-Half-Divinity!"
He had once thought about becoming a content creator, uploading videos of himself playing gas. Maybe people would like them? Maybe he'd blow up?
But then he thought, this was just a trial version of the ga, not even officially released yet. It was unethical to upload soone else's hard work in a trial version online; leaking content could lead to a lawsuit, so he had to give up on that idea.
"Since I'm idle and bored anyway, why don't I write an online novel?" A thought suddenly struck him.
He had tried writing novels before, and although they had flopped, he still harbored dreams of becoming a platinum-level writer.
Upon opening the "End Point Chinese Website" dashboard on his computer, he saw that his last flop had gained a few comnts.
"Got excited, then saw it was abandoned. Couldn't sleep, I beg the author to update! This novel has the potential to reach god-tier!"
Checking the comnter, an "Intern" who had not subscribed to any books in over 1,500 days.
Ha, where were you when I was publishing? Now you cut off and say I can reach god-tier.
Is becoming a god-tier while being freeloaded even a thing?
"...The main character is a bit la. I just love books where the lead goes on a rampage, preferably killing entire families and erasing whole clans. I prefer the kind of protagonist who's unmatched in the world. I don't like normal protagonists; they're useless, no matter how dumb they themselves or their cheats are."
Wang Hao silently sighed. My values are too upright; I can't write like that.
"The author's writing is so bad, I couldn't get through half a Chapter."
"Stupid author wrote a stupid book."
"The author writes well; don't write again."
Seeing this, he lost any interest in writing novels. Why struggle hard only to invite abuse...
I'm not a masochist!
He habitually put on his helt—"Cross-dinsional Ga" had beco his new favorite.
It had replaced his once-favorite, "Glory of the Dominator." Even playing with his lively junior didn't compare to the thrilling excitent of "Cross-dinsional Ga."
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, "How about opening a VR cafe, and be the agent for this ga?"
"The quality is so good, there must be a lot of players, right? Hmm...but who are the ga developers? I need to get the authorization first."
"Welco to Cross-dinsional Ga."
"You have left the ga for 10 hours 11 minutes and 32 seconds."
He reviewed Li Qingshan's profile.
Next to his character's icon, a new "mining" icon was slowly spinning.
But this guy hasn't unearthed any clues!
No clues, can't play the ga!
"Li Qingshan used the Basic Training Camp, his physical condition slightly improved."
"Li Qingshan is learning how to use the Leopard-1 main battle tank, firing vigorously in the training camp. Happiness 1"
"Li Qingshan is learning to pilot a Boeing 737, learning so swiftly he deludes himself into thinking he's a genius. Happiness 1"
This guy seed to have a preference for all kinds of large machinery and began to fuss with them nonstop.
Happy, and that's all they cared about!
But feedback to the ga interface showed only these brief three records, nothing else, leaving Wang Hao sowhat confused.
"Damn it, what kind of ga is this... Even idle gas let you click around now and then!"
"Now there's not even the satisfaction of a few clicks?"
He hadn't played any gas for two whole days because without ga "clues," he couldn't play!
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