Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 44 - 42: Open an Internet Cafe

Chapter 44: Chapter 42: Open an Internet Cafe

The sudden appearance of this "Game" Demon God seemed to be leaning towards the side of order, which was extremely rare.

Because such Demon Gods were too few, far too few.

So few that it was pitiable.

That’s why the upper echelon of the Black-clothed Guard was so excited and agitated.

"Etheric Abyss"—Chen Xinyi quietly memorized this term.

[Transaction successful, item traded: Immortal Bean*1. Value: 50 points. You have earned 50 hours of training time, wishing you a pleasant life.]

After the first transaction was completed, an unremarkable plastic wristwatch suddenly appeared on Lu Tianming’s wrist.

The watch’s screen displayed the remaining time he had for training.

His mood involuntarily improved, "If it comes to face-to-face combat... humans are at an absolute disadvantage. Even the strongest Investigator would not be able to directly attack anomalies."

"Making rash contact without assessing the other party’s abilities would only bring risk."

"Additionally, the average Spiritual Strength of a normal human is about 100. The human limit for Spiritual Strength is roughly 10,000, with individuals reaching this number being exceedingly rare throughout history."

"However, the strength of anomalies can increase indefinitely."

"Of course, the stronger the anomaly, the less likely it is to enter our world, which is a known law. Hmm, these theories can also be learned in future training, so I guess it’s not considered breaking the confidentiality rules."

"The average Spiritual Strength of the anomalies currently contained is about 45,000; their abilities are inconceivable and varied."

"The strength of the Demon God Level is currently immeasurable."

45,000?!

Humans cannot contend with anomalies head-on!

Chen Xinyi recalled the scene where she directly chopped at someone’s neck with a Kitchen Knife, involuntarily swallowing her saliva.

That was too horrifying!

In April, the sunshine was bright and splendid, the temperature pleasant, and every blade of grass in the neighborhood was lush with emerald life, writing youthful vigor and vitality upon the land.

Turning the corner one hundred meters from the house was a market.

Although Wang Hao was somewhat of a homebody, he wasn’t socially anxious, and occasionally liked the feeling of strolling around.

Moreover, since he was generous, handsome, and didn’t quibble over pennies, buying in bulk, the market’s aunties were particularly enthusiastic in giving him extra scallions.

"Hey, young man, haven’t seen you in a while, got a girlfriend yet?" A beautiful woman in her thirties was chopping pig trotters with a cleaver, "chop, chop, chop."

Then somehow, her earring flew off, landing right beside Wang Hao’s foot.

This damn Lucky Fish Fortune started acting up again, and it came with a sense of inexplicable romantic luck... really can’t figure it out.

Wang Hao hurriedly bent down to pick up the earring and gave it back.

We don’t want any unwarranted blessings!

"No girlfriend yet. Your earring fell on the ground."

The Pork-Butcher Venus quickly took the earring back, incessantly expressing her gratitude, "Don’t ever think of dieting, you know it’s not about the body when finding a girlfriend these days... It’s about money, face, and the gift of the gab!"

"The gift of the gab?" Wang Hao thought askew.

"That’s right, talking skills. Isn’t sweet-talking the way to get a girl?"

Wang Hao pursed his lips; my eloquence isn’t exactly top-notch.

But it wasn’t bad either.

Seems like Pork-Butcher Venus might be thinking about setting him up with a girl.

Comrade Wang Hao wasn’t exactly the extremely handsome "Yanzhu" type, but he was decent-looking, and his luck with the ladies wasn’t too bad.

However, deep down, he was quite picky.

Very picky...

With a beautiful cousin as comparison, he had little interest in ordinary girls and couldn’t be bothered to pursue them.

Had gaming lost its appeal, or were risqué pictures no longer exciting?

Just as he was about to find an excuse to skate by, the young housewife already packed all the meat into plastic bags, "...Young man, you seem kind of honest, not bargaining at all, not even asking for a discount."

"It’s easy for gold diggers to deceive you. I have a cousin who just graduated this year... Interested in adding her on WeChat?"

Sure enough, the other person started to introduce a lady, and Wang Hao quickly laughed it off.

As long as I never marry, I won’t have to deal with such troubles.

Issues with gold diggers, being toyed with, tea b*tches, bootlickers—it’s all none of my business.

As for the substantial inheritance I’ll leave after seventy or eighty years, I might as well donate it to the state.

Who cares about all that when they’re dead?

After buying vegetables, pork, chicken, some braised beef, and chicken feet at the market, he felt very satisfied. Carrying his large and small bags, he drove back home.

He crammed all the groceries into the fridge, which would be almost enough for one person for half a month.

Next, he contemplated his entrepreneurial endeavors.

Whims are meaningless—it still all comes down to taking action.

But he knew he was somewhat green, not having much social experience. Opening an internet café felt quite bothersome, dealing with things like business licenses and fire safety could take ages, and there was no guarantee it would even work out.

Perhaps...

Maybe he could ask for some help from the all-knowing group members?

He habitually opened the "Save the Universe Group" and found the members were still boasting and shooting the breeze cheerfully.

"Everyone, I want to ask if anyone sells VR equipment? I’m thinking of setting up a VR café."

As soon as Wang Hao appeared, the group instantly filled with joyful ambiance, and the playful calls of "big brother-in-law" resurfaced.

Scrolling through the screen, he saw numerous high-quality provocative pictures, completely unable to understand why the group hadn’t been shut down yet.

With a sense of resignation, Wang Hao said, "Guys, today is Saturday. My cousin is coming back at noon, she might already be on her way and looking at our screen."

"She doesn’t see the nonsense you usually get up to, but later her fury might be more than you can handle."

Immediately, the silly calls disappeared.

[Northeast Wildman] was the first to get serious, "VR café, huh? Those kinds of games aren’t very popular yet. No problem getting the equipment, it’s easy to buy. But there’s no player base."

Wang Hao replied, "Making money isn’t the big issue. I just need to find something to do."

[Northeast Wildman]: "I’m just a farmer, can’t help."

[Namo Gatling Bodhisattva]: "I’m just a Buddha worshiper, can’t help."

[Eternal Donkey]: "I’m just a novelist, can’t help."

"The game fiend can’t help either."

"I... I live in your city, I can help you."

Wang Hao noticed that a new member named "zero" had appeared in the group, speaking in a rather odd way that was reminiscent of ancient times. But with all sorts online, it wasn’t that strange.

[zero]: "I... have a batch of equipment..."

"But running a VR café isn’t easy, there’s no player base, the business is bleak... it’s easy to go bankrupt. You should be prepared mentally."

Wang Hao wasn’t concerned about bankruptcy, "No problem, the space is mine, so there’s no issue with costs. It’s just to have something to do, opening a café is all. Do you have any games with your equipment?"