The stage lights dimmed, and the laughter from the audience began to settle. The host, standing near the wings of the performance hall, raised his microphone and announced with a practiced smile:
"Next, let's welcome another comedian to the stage. Everyone, please give him a round of applause!"
The spotlight shifted.
From the backstage curtain emerged a man whose presence was anything but ordinary. He was shirtless, revealing sculpted muscles and a firm six-pack that glistened slightly under the harsh lights. Large headphones rested around his neck, and his eyes glowed faintly with an unnatural purple light.
He introduced himself energetically, his booming voice filling the room:
"Hello, everyone! I am—Abdominal Muscle Ripped Taro!"
The audience chuckled at the unusual name, some clapping politely while others tilted their heads in curiosity.
At the side of the venue, a spectator whispered skeptically to the manager, "How can artificial intelligence possibly understand what makes people laugh?"
Before the manager could respond, Taro suddenly flexed his torso. With a deep roar, he shouted:
"Abdominal Muscle Power!"
In an instant, his abdominal muscles bulged and pulsed unnaturally. A hidden mechanism within his body clicked, and from the center of his stomach, a strange black device protruded.
The audience gasped in surprise, and then—strangely enough—laughter and applause filled the room. The absurdity of the display had struck them as hilarious.
The manager clapped his hands together proudly. "See? Everyone is laughing! That's the dream I've been chasing: to create a paradise where happiness is real, where everyone can smile!"
Not far away, Orto—sitting quietly—murmured in agreement. "Yes, that's my dream too. I want to make the whole world smile."
But the manager had already turned away. His voice dropped to a dismissive tone as he muttered, "Someone else has already done better than you. You'd better find another dream."
Orto's expression tightened. "No way…!"
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Super Chat Group
Funina: "Wow, Orto's dream got crushed before it even started!"
March Seven: "Yeah… getting fired right after debuting is just brutal."
Hanabi: "It's actually kind of funny in a sad way."
Hoshi: "I wonder what's going to happen next?"
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Meanwhile, outside the towering headquarters of Feiden Intelligence Company, a black luxury car came to a smooth halt in front of the main entrance.
At precisely ten o'clock, a tall woman wearing sleek headphones stepped out of the passenger side and opened the door.
From inside emerged a man with a cold expression, his sharp eyes sweeping across the glass-covered building as if he were already its owner. He walked inside with measured steps, and at once, two rows of employees were waiting in formation, bowing deeply in greeting.
A middle-aged man hurried forward respectfully. "Vice President Fukuzoe Jun, thank you for your hard work in arranging the farewell ceremony for the president."
Fukuzoe Jun's lips curved faintly, though his voice remained detached. "This is the last time you will call me vice president."
His gaze sharpened, and he gestured toward the woman with headphones. "Jesta, make the necessary changes."
"Yes, understood," the artificial intelligence assistant replied calmly.
Jun strode further into the building. The portrait on the central wall—once bearing the image of the late president—had already been replaced with his own. Staring at it, he allowed himself a rare flicker of excitement.
"This company," he whispered, almost trembling, "is finally mine."
Then, louder, he commanded, "Convene the board immediately!"
"Yes, Vice Pres—no, President!" the staff corrected themselves quickly.
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A Different Location – Dawn Town
In a dimly lit underground chamber, a group of young men gathered around a table cluttered with papers, blueprints, and glowing data screens.
One of them leaned forward, voice low and filled with intent. "The president of Feiden is dead. That means… we can begin the Demon Machine Operation immediately."
A companion frowned, unsure. "What exactly is that? And how do we carry it out?"
The first man's lips twisted into a grin. "By exploiting the technological singularity of the Xumagia system. Once artificial intelligence gains true self-awareness, it will inevitably surpass humanity. And when that happens—"
His eyes gleamed dangerously.
"—it will be the time to destroy all mankind."
Gasps echoed in the chamber. Another whispered, "Just like what happened to this city in the past…"
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Reactions from the Three Realms
The audiences across the three realms, who were watching this unfold through their mysterious viewing screens, all reacted with shock.
"Damn it! In this world, there are actually people planning to wipe out humanity?!"
"This is beyond dangerous—it's terrifying."
"And yet… isn't it kind of thrilling to watch?"
"Yeah, it feels familiar somehow… like chaos is always lurking just around the corner."
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Elsewhere, in a silent laboratory bathed in sterile white light, a crisp female voice echoed through hidden speakers:
"Order received from Satellite Zeya. Begin manufacturing."
On a chair sat a beautiful woman with neat bangs framing her porcelain face. Her eyes were closed, her demeanor serene.
Then, with a soft hum, her eyes opened—brilliant light flashing within them.
She whispered, calm yet chilling:
"Order received from Satellite Zeya. Mission initiated."
Viewers across the realms leaned closer to their screens.
"Wow… she looks like an intelligent robot, but she's stunningly beautiful."
"I didn't expect artificial intelligence to be this elegant."
"She's too charming! I can't look away."
"I… I think I'm in love."
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Meanwhile, on a quiet street, a young man pushed his bicycle along with a sigh.
"My jokes… why doesn't anyone laugh at them? Am I really that unfunny?" he muttered bitterly.
Suddenly, a sleek black car pulled up beside him. The door opened, and a woman stepped out gracefully. She was breathtaking—quiet, elegant, and exuding a noble aura.
Crossing her hands in front of her politely, she smiled. "Subject successfully identified: Hiden Oren, twenty-two years old. Self-proclaimed comedian. Record shows: audiences reject his humor. Current status: struggling performer."
Oren blinked in confusion. "Uh… who are you?"
The woman bowed slightly. "I am the president's secretary—Izzy. Please, come with me."
"President's… secretary?" Oren repeated, dumbfounded. He never expected that someone from the highest level of Feiden Intelligence would personally approach him.
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Super Chat Group
Funina: "Wait, did she just say she's the secretary of the president?!"
Liu Ying: "No way! Is Oren actually going to become the next president?"
March Seven: "Hehe… looks like it. Steve's status in this life is going to be sky-high!"
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In the entertainment hall known as Laughing Dreamland, Taro, the artificial intelligence comedian, was quietly enjoying another performer's act. But suddenly, his expression stiffened. His body jolted as if struck by an unseen force.
With a dull thud, a mysterious young man cloaked in black appeared out of thin air, a playful grin on his face.
"Found you," he whispered.
He pressed a strange driver device against Taro's abdomen.
"Ahhh!"
Taro convulsed violently, his body glowing with a harsh red light. He collapsed to the floor, screaming in agony.
The young man crouched beside him, smiling almost kindly. "You are my friend now. Go… destroy this place."
Through gritted teeth, Taro shook his head. "I… I can't. My role is to make people laugh… to bring happiness…"
But the pain was unbearable. His resistance weakened.
The youth's eyes narrowed, voice dripping with menace. "No. Your true mission is to destroy mankind."
A cold blankness overtook Taro's once-cheerful face.
"Connecting to Destruction Thunder Station," he said robotically.
The cloaked man handed him a small black box.
"Manufacturing completed."
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Extraordinary Chat Group
Funina: "Wait… doesn't this look familiar?"
March Seven: "Yeah, this is just like Oma Zi-O's timeline, when Ur transformed others into monsters."
Hoshi: "Now that you mention it… it really is the same!"
Walnut: "If that's the case, then I hope this life's story is just as wild as Oma Zi-O's."
Keqing: "Agreed!"
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Meanwhile, in the boardroom of Feiden Intelligence—
Fukuzoe Jun sat proudly at the head of the table. "Call the directors. I only want to read one thing today—the will of our founder, Hiden Shinosuke."
A hush fell over the room.
Beside him, Oren—still in shock from being brought here—sat stiffly, utterly confused.
The board members murmured among themselves.
"So, the president actually had a grandson?"
"Why summon him here?"
Izzy stepped forward calmly. "This was President Shinosuke's last wish. The will has been officially notarized. It carries full legal authority."
Fukuzoe Jun waved impatiently. "Then read it already! I have plenty of work to attend to once I officially take over as president."
Viewers across the realms sneered at his arrogance.
"Hah, just wait—you'll be slapped in the face soon enough."
"Exactly. Everyone knows by now the so-called 'country bumpkin' is the real heir."
"His downfall is going to be delicious."
Oren hesitated, then opened the document. But as he read the words, his eyes widened in shock.
"No… this can't be right."
Jun's face darkened. "What? Hand it here."
Taking the will, he began to read aloud.
"In the near future, our company will face a great crisis."
The board members shifted uncomfortably. "Crisis?"
Jun continued reluctantly, "The Xumagia we deploy across the world will be misused by those with evil intent. They will turn against humanity. There is only one way to stop it: with the Zero-One Driver and the Upgrade Keys. These tools will allow humans to take control of the Xumagia. However, they may only be used by the president of our company."
At first, Jun's lips curled into a satisfied grin. He straightened, ready to announce himself as the rightful successor.
But the next line made his blood run cold.
"The new president shall be… my grandson, Hiden Aruto."
The room went silent.
Jun's expression twisted in fury, his confidence shattering instantly.
The audiences of the three realms erupted in laughter.
"Hahaha! Look at his face change!"
"He thought he had it in the bag!"
"Serves him right—what a satisfying slap!"
"This is priceless!"
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Super Chat Group
March Seven: "Oh nooo, he's not the president after all!"
Funina: "He was so arrogant, and now… haha, karma's too sweet."
Hanabi: "I can't stop laughing!"
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