Second Brother was Su Hang's cousin, Su Rui, who was also one of the major shareholders of the Su Group. He had been on good terms with Su Hang since childhood.
"Xiao Hang, are you serious?"
On the other end of the phone,
Upon hearing Su Hang's words, Su Rui fell silent for three seconds before responding.
After all, the shares under Su Hang's name were worth at least 1.2 billion yuan!
Even if sold at a discount, they could still fetch 1 billion yuan!
Was Su Hang out of his mind? Instead of enjoying the annual dividends, he suddenly wanted to sell these shares?
"I'm not joking, Second Brother. I'll come to the company tonight to talk to you in person." Su Hang's tone turned serious.
"Alright, come to Qingmu Building tonight, and we brothers can have a chat." Su Rui was a man of action; he didn't hesitate and agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Su Hang's heart grew increasingly excited.
At least 1 billion yuan in cash would soon be in his account!
However, even through his cousin Su Rui, selling the assets would inevitably alarm Su Hang's hot-tempered father, Su Donghai—one of the top ten richest men in Binhai City.
Within a day at most, Su Donghai would definitely call to reprimand him, or even threaten to sever their father-son relationship.
If he couldn't explain, their family ties would hit rock bottom.
But Su Hang thought, it didn't matter. There was no need to explain.
When the doomsday arrived and National Doomsday spilled over into reality,
The truth would be revealed to everyone.
"Once I gain absolute power, who I protect and who I crush will be just a thought."
...
It was still hours until his appointment with Second Brother that evening,
And the doomsday was still far off. Su Hang decided to use his pocket money to splurge on National Doomsday first.
He opened Alipay—there was still over 5 million yuan in pocket money.
"Over 5 million is enough to get me to VIP10."
After confirming, Su Hang reopened National Doomsday.
Instead of directly recharging the 5 million into in-game currency, he checked the event list again.
As a long-time player of National Doomsday, Su Hang knew well,
Participating in events and claiming rewards was far more cost-effective than direct recharges!
He accessed the event page via the recharge button.
Just like before, the screen was filled with various 氪金 events.
Su Hang had already bought the daily first-recharge package for 180,000 yuan.
Two rows of version-specific events remained, their purchase buttons glinting like beacons of wealth.
Su Hang first ignored the lottery-style events—
Those were usually traps, huge ones!
The lottery probability in National Doomsday was a mere 0.01%, with no guaranteed rewards!
Rather than gambling on that, it was better to buy tangible gift packs to boost his strength quickly!
"I'll just buy them in order."
Su Hang started with the first [Mystery Gift Pack] in the first row and clicked through them one by one.
Ding-ding-ding notifications popped up continuously:
[Congratulations, Player "Demon God", on opening the Mystery Gift Pack! You've received 10 Blue Research Crystals, 10 Blue Equipment Enhancement Vouchers, and 1 Random-Quality Virus Chest!]
[Congratulations, Player "Demon God", on opening the Doomsday Vehicle Gift Pack! You've received 100 Vehicle Upgrade Stones, 5 Advanced Vehicle Modification Vouchers, and 5 Purple Vehicle Parts!]
[Congratulations, Player "Demon God", on opening the Transcendent Might Gift Pack! You've received 3 Psychic Awakening Potions, 10 Psychic Power Amplification Vouchers, and 10 Purple Superpower Upgrade Stones!]
...
A few minutes later,
Su Hang had emptied all the gift packs in the list.
His VIP level finally rose to LV8.
[Congratulations, 尊贵的 VIP Member "Demon God"! Your VIP level has reached Level 8, unlocking exclusive privileges: Independent City Construction and 80% increased Psychic Cultivation Speed!]
National Doomsday had harsh VIP requirements; each level grew harder to reach.
Su Hang had read forum posts about VIP levels before—
A new account would need 500,000 yuan to reach VIP9 without prior recharges.
To hit VIP10, it would take a full 1 million yuan!
This figure far exceeded what ordinary players could afford.
Even the tycoons who joked, "Don't compare your annual salary to my pocket money," rarely spent that much on a single game.
While National Doomsday had some gameplay value, its progression was overly pay-to-win. Why would players endure that?
If Su Hang didn't know the doomsday would arrive in 10 days, spilling into reality,
He would've thought it absurd to give 1 million yuan to National Doomsday's greedy developers.
Staring at the VIP level notification, a thought struck Su Hang:
"VIP8's privilege is city construction?"
The mention of cities triggered a flood of memories from the doomsday era.
Cities in National Doomsday weren't modern commercial hubs designed by urban planners to house people.
They were massive fortresses built primarily for military purposes!
Each city was equivalent to a hundred player bases combined.
Only by relying on such military strongholds could humans barely survive the doomsday onslaught.
But building a city required enormous resources and a VIP8 rank.
Before the doomsday, no player in National Doomsday had built one.
This left humanity helpless after the doomsday, watching villain NPCs' massive cities dominate the land—trapped and powerless.
"If I build a city now and become its lord, in ten days, billions will obey my command."
Su Hang raised an eyebrow, opened WeChat, and scrolled through his contacts.
Soon, he found a contact with a pink "My Melody" avatar: Chen Xinxin.
She was a game streamer he knew, somewhat famous in the National Doomsday community, affectionately called "Xinmei" by her fans.
Chen Xinxin had been Su Hang's middle school classmate; she'd even introduced him to National Doomsday.
Later, she switched to entertainment streaming—her in-game progress stagnated, but her livestream's popularity soared.
Since they were old friends, Su Hang didn't hesitate and called her via WeChat.
After a few beeps, a clear, lark-like voice with a hint of playfulness answered:
"Brother Hang, what's up? I'm doing my makeup—I have a stream later."
"Xinxin, skip the stream tonight. I'll create a guild; help me recruit 200 people from your fan group and add them to it."
"Two hundred people? Brother Hang, are you starting a guild war?" Chen Xinxin sounded shocked.
Before she could ask more, Su Hang cut her off:
"I'm building a city."
"Keep this quiet—don't alert the top 100 players. And don't stream for the next 10 days."
"I'll transfer the money now. Hire some people to manage it. I want the city finished in three days."
With that, Su Hang hung up.
...
In an apartment building in Binhai City,
"Hey, Brother Hang, are you serious?!"
Chen Xinxin stared at her phone, dumbfounded by Su Hang's sudden 挂断.
Su Hang—he'd always been so laid-back.
Why the sudden urge to build a city? Had the sun risen in the west?
Her assistant, who'd heard the call, hesitated:
"Sister Chen, hiring 200 people plus resource costs will total 400,000 to 500,000 yuan."
"Our studio's cash... should we take this?"
Chen Xinxin raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when her phone buzzed.
Ding—
[Your ICBC account has received 1,000,000 yuan. Please check your balance.]
"See? When this guy gets serious, money's no object." Chen Xinxin patted her stunned assistant's cheek and urged:
"Get to work!"
As she brewed coffee, preparing for an all-nighter, Chen Xinxin wondered:
"Why's Brother Hang acting like this? It's just a game."
"Did he get dumped?" The thought made her chest tingle, like a cat scratching.
Fish and birds—they lived in different worlds.
....
City construction would take an hour or two to start.
Su Hang wasn't going to waste the time.
He picked up his phone,
And quickly scanned game forums for useful strategies.
In his past life, Su Hang had been a casual player who ignored forums. Now, reading them with the hindsight of a survivor, every tip felt familiar.
Guides on resource farming spots, boss weaknesses, debates over the best builds—he devoured them all.
These were places he'd fought and bled in!
Shortly after browsing, one post caught his eye:
"The devs are at it again! This week's Gene Ranking first place gets a semi-artifact! How are F2P players supposed to compete?!"
"No one in the server has a semi-artifact—now they're just giving one away?"
"An epic weapon costs 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. A semi-artifact must be worth hundreds of thousands! And they're not even putting it in a dungeon—just handing it to whales?"
"F**k the devs! Take this spear!"
The comments erupted in outrage, most condemning National Doomsday's greedy developers.
The moment Su Hang saw the post, his pupils contracted!
A surge of excitement flooded him!
A semi-artifact!
Others might crave it, but to them, it was just data.
Only Su Hang knew how terrifying a semi-artifact would be after the doomsday!