"I acquired miHoYo?"
Hokuto rubbed his temples, a look of utter disbelief on his face.
Upon waking up, he—an adult ga designer—found his mind inexplicably filled with a flood of unfamiliar mories.
He realized... he had transmigrated.
This world was largely the sa as the one he ca from, except for a few differences.
For example, in this world, the Flower Kingdom was undoubtedly the greatest superpower, leading in all fields.
However, the ga industry here was abysmally underdeveloped—chanically shallow and utterly lacking in entertainnt value.
And yet he had spent his entire fortune—plus taken out a loan—to acquire the all-female, nearly bankrupt miHoYo.
As for why he'd go all-in to acquire miHoYo…
Apparently, it was because he liked everyone at miHoYo?! He wanted to help them realize their dreams?
"Has it really gotten this expensive just to pick up a girl?"
Hokuto couldn't help but roast his past self.
Maybe because he'd just inherited so many mories at once, he couldn't even recall exactly what the people at miHoYo looked like anymore—only that the original owner of this body had seen a photo and been utterly captivated.
That's right—just one photo. He hadn't even t them in person, and yet he'd decided to invest in miHoYo.
Thinking back on that ridiculous move made Hokuto's head ache.
"That was ten million, dammit! And to make matters worse, I still owe eight million to the bank."
"A life that should've been financially free is now buried in debt."
"The worst part is—even if I bend over backwards for them, the girls at miHoYo might not even recognize ! They might just think the old was a gullible idiot with money to burn."
Hokuto was in agony. He just didn't get it! What's so great about real-life beauties? Could they possibly be more beautiful than 2D girls?
Durandal is… and Elysia is number one in the world.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness—I still have knowledge from my old world…"
Honkai Impact 3rd, Genshin Impact, Sekiro, Resident Evil—if he could just make one of them…
Easier said than done. Hokuto wasn't overly optimistic. Developing a ga wasn't simple.
[Ding~ Ga Developnt System successfully bound!]
A crisp loli voice suddenly echoed in Hokuto's mind.
His gaze froze. He stared at the translucent floating text before him for a long ti before realizing…
His cheat had arrived!
He'd been so shocked by his predecessor's stupid choices that he nearly forgot the most important part—
He was a transmigrator.
And no transmigrator goes without a cheat.
"How do I use the system?" Hokuto asked.
[This system will provide the Host with outstanding gas from the previous life to help the Host achieve global gaming dominance!]
Global gaming dominance?
Hokuto's heart flared with excitent.
With the system, maybe it really was possible!
By then, a re eight million would be nothing.
[Ding! First-ti binding complete. Host will receive a free ga draw. Proceed with ga draw?]
"Do it, do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, icons of various gas from his previous life spun wildly before his eyes.
Buzz!!
[Successfully drawn ga: Honkai Impact 3rd!]
[Ding! Main Mission Unlocked: Reach ten million registered users for Honkai Impact 3rd!]
A series of notifications rang out.
Imdiately after—
All sorts of data for Honkai Impact 3rd—ga values, stage designs, character designs—flooded Hokuto's mind.
He was instantly electrified.
In his previous life, he was a loyal player of this ga. He had spent quite a bit on his in-ga "wives."
He was all too familiar with how well this ga could rake in cash.
In his eyes, accomplishing the system's main mission in this gaming wasteland of a world wouldn't be hard at all.
"Starting off with a royal flush—how can I lose?"
With adrenaline rushing through him, Hokuto couldn't wait to open his laptop and compile all the system-provided data into a basic ga proposal.
That effortless, inspired feeling—it was no less euphoric than seeing a Honkai Impact 3rd waifu materialize in the real world.
Once everything was in place—
"Right, I think I'm supposed to visit miHoYo today."
Hokuto looked at the rough proposal on his computer and suddenly recalled his original schedule for the day.
It was ti to take over miHoYo.
A ga studio full of beautiful won…
Damn!
It was clearly a recipe for disaster.
Hokuto, who only wanted to make money, pay off his debts, and lie flat, now found himself filled with disdain for this world's version of miHoYo.
Beauty? re fluff!!
...
...
South City CBD was the core business district of this city—packed with high-end office buildings.
And the renowned miHoYo Studio was located right here.
Of course, miHoYo's fa didn't co from its gas, but from its abundance of beautiful won.
Countless n had dread of joining this studio.
But up until now, the number of male employees at miHoYo Studio had been exactly zero.
Today, that changed.
The first male employee of miHoYo Studio had finally arrived!
Hokuto stepped out of a taxi, clutching a portable MacBook, looking like he was questioning reality.
Then he rubbed his eyes and gave a mont of silence for his retinal cells, which had just been visually poisoned, before exclaiming in awe:
"Everyone at miHoYo is a damn genius!"
After all, it was now his company. The first thing Hokuto had to do was get a feel for it.
So, he reviewed every ga miHoYo had ever made.
At first glance, not bad.
The gaplay was very smooth and responsive. Clearly, the programrs at miHoYo were skilled—bonus points for that.
But as he dug deeper, his feelings grew more complicated.
Except for the first title, Nonsensical Hero's Grand Adventure, which had its rits, every other ga was simply hard to describe.
No matter how fluid the controls were compared to other gas on the market, it couldn't hide the monotonous, snooze-inducing gaplay.
The plots were so bizarre, he couldn't begin to guess what was going on in the story writers' minds.
It was like the person writing the script was a paracium.
There was no way such gas could attract players.
Worse yet, miHoYo seed obsessed. Despite the trashy gaplay, they'd poured a ton of money into making high-quality character art and models.
It scread "money burner."
In the end, they went bankrupt from playing themselves. A real self-inflicted wound.
If they'd just stuck to making simple pixel gas like the first one—low investnt, high return—miHoYo might've thrived in this world.
"No big deal. At least miHoYo's tech foundation is solid."
Holding his laptop, Hokuto pressed the elevator button and stepped into the empty lift.
"As for that scriptwriter dragging the whole studio down... I'm thinking of firing her."
"Hmph. miHoYo doesn't raise paracium."
At that mont—
On the sixth floor of miHoYo Studio.
Had Hokuto been there, he would've been stunned to recognize every girl present.
He'd once controlled them through countless difficult battles.
The lively and energetic Kiana Kaslana was the ga scriptwriter.
The slightly deadpan Bronya Zaychik was the sole programr.
Gentle and elegant, the black-haired Raiden i was the art designer.
Busty, red-haired Murata Hiko was the lead developer.
And there was also Fu Hua, and Rita Rossweisse in her office lady attire…
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