Afterward, Zhong Cheng officially entered the game—or rather, he was now “Nan Cheng.”
At that moment, a sudden sense of weightlessness violently seized his mind. It felt as though his soul were being yanked from his body, hurtling at breakneck speed through an invisible spacetime tunnel.
His brain instantly went blank, every thought crushed in the extreme vertigo. It felt like crossing a galaxy billions of light-years wide, yet also like enduring an eternal silence, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion.
When his consciousness reassembled and anchored itself, he was already standing within a magical spacetime that defied words.
Melodious, majestic background music echoed as if from the ends of heaven and earth. Before his eyes, scenes unfolded with breathtaking realism:
Magnificent cities built of giant stones rose from the ground, with human figures like ants yet bursting with power;
A dazzling flame of civilization flickered under the twin lights of magic and technology;
Flames of war erupted suddenly—armors clashing, magic roaring, delivering a tragic yet grand battle scene right to his face...
Nan Cheng stood like an observer transcending space and time, gazing upon this epic progression from a god’s-eye view.
“Here it comes, here it comes! It’s the CG from the trailer!”
“Holy crap, this texture! Is this really real-time rendering? Not a pre-rendered movie??”
“Goosebumps! This music paired with these visuals is an absolute killer!”
“Wait, that charging knight captain is kinda hot! I need all his info in three seconds!”
“Look over there! The magic array! The lighting effects are stupidly realistic!”
“The BGM is insane! What's the track name? I could loop this a hundred times!”
“So the game's main goal is helping the Goddess revive civilization? Sounds awesome!”
Bullet comments flooded the stream with awe; even through the screen, the audience could feel the sheer shock.
These cinematic cutscenes were precisely the fragments Iluvia had meticulously selected from ancient heritage.
A few minutes later, the cinematic slowly concluded with a distant chime of a bell.
Yet Nan Cheng and the livestream viewers remained immersed in awe, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Just then, an ethereal, holy song sang out softly like heavenly music. Gentle light wrapped around Nan Cheng’s body, completely dispelling the previous sense of weightlessness.
The scene before him rippled like water, reassembling until it transformed into a pure white space filled with soft light, and he regained control of his body.
“Holy crap! I can move!”
Nan Cheng perked up, instinctively reaching up to touch his cheek.
The delicate texture of skin, the softness of hair strands, and even the temperature as his fingertips brushed over his skin were crystal clear.
He pinched his arm again—the firmness of the muscle and the hardness of the bone were indistinguishable from reality, as if he had truly traveled to another world.
“This is definitely a top-tier masterpiece! With this touch and immersion, I’d believe it if someone said I transmigrated!”
Nan Cheng was thrilled, feeling as though he had struck gold.
However, to let the viewers in his stream feel this realism more intuitively, he deliberately pinched his thigh with full force.
“Hiss—ow ow ow! That really hurts!” Nan Cheng grimaced and rubbed the reddened spot, but the delight on his face only grew stronger.
“Is this really not black tech developed by aliens?”
He exclaimed in amazement.
“Hahaha, Brother Cheng is so ruthless to himself!”
“I can feel the pain through the screen! Isn't this level of realism way too absurd?”
The stream filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.
Just as Nan Cheng was immersed in exploring his “new body” and the surrounding environment with fresh curiosity,
a sacred, ethereal voice—resembling an angelic chant—suddenly echoed through the space. The voice was ethereal yet deeply penetrating, carrying an inherent majesty and holiness:
“Welcome, God-Chosen One from another world.”
Nan Cheng’s breath caught, and he instinctively looked up.
When he clearly saw the scene before him, his pupils shrank, and his breathing ground to a complete halt.
Even the bullet comments in the stream went briefly dead silent at this exact second.
Standing before Nan Cheng was a goddess exuding divine radiance:
Draped in an exquisitely elegant, holy dress, her cascading snow-white hair resembled legendary snow elves, while her golden eyes were mesmerizing and soul-stirring.
Behind her, twelve pure white, flawless wings gently unfurled, spreading in layered, perfect harmony. The wings seemed to be condensed from the purest light, sacred and majestic, emanating a divine aura that brooked not the slightest profanity.
It was a “beauty” that transcended mortal perception; all words describing beauty in the mortal realm seemed pale and powerless at this moment.
Nan Cheng stared blankly, drool nearly dripping down his chin onto his collar. He completely forgot he was still streaming, his mind looping nothing but the words “Holy shit.”
The Goddess’s heavenly voice echoed once more in this pure space:
“I am a deity of the magical continent of Aenoria. My Divine Authority governs Light, Life, Order, and Angels.”
“I am the master of angels and the co-ruler of humanity.”
“At the same time, I am one of the oldest gods in this world—Iluvia Devilitafil.”
“Brave warrior from a distant world, welcome to the magical continent of Aenoria.”
“Your journey in another world shall begin now.”
The moment her voice faded, Nan Cheng jolted, finally snapping out of his frozen state.
He opened his mouth, wanting to pull together a few elegant compliments, but after straining for a long while, only a voice-cracking exclamation squeezed out:
“Ho—ly crap! Epic!”
Honestly, Nan Cheng had played at least eighty to a hundred games and had seen plenty of attractive NPC models, but he had never seen one so insane and rule-breakingly beautiful that it made players question reality!
He couldn't help but rant wildly in his head:
“How much money did these devs dump into character modeling? Did they give the art team their entire annual budget? Other game NPCs look nice, but this Goddess is a straight-up dimensional strike! How am I supposed to look at other games after this?”
Thinking this, he sighed again in amazement.
Meanwhile, the livestream chat, which had fallen dead silent for a brief second, exploded completely like a fishpond hit by a depth charge:
“HOLY CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP!!! (screaming at the top of my lungs)”
“I feel like my eyes have been purified!”
“Mom, I think I really just saw a goddess...”
“These looks... this aura... I declare that starting today, my faith has a physical image! (doge for safety)”
“Goddess-sama! Do you still lack a talking ornament that spams '666'?”
“Goddess-sama, please take my knees! I'm willing to be your most loyal simping dog—even if it means I have to drive luxury cars and live in mansions for the rest of my life, I'm willing!”
“Dude above, that's crossing the line! How are you taking everything for yourself? I'm different—I'm willing to pour tea, fetch water, warm her bed, and fold her blankets for Goddess-sama with zero rewards!”
“+1, me too.”
“??? Wow, where's your shame? You're even worse than the guy above—you're clearly just lusting after her body!”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
“Damn it! Tell us something we don't know!”
“Hehe, you caught me.”
“666, not even acting anymore.”
“Ahem, my figure is quite exquisite. The Goddess may also consider this humble old man.”
“? How exquisite?”
“What kind of cursed creature is this?”
“Guards! Drag him out! Don't let him stain my royal eyes!”
“Brother Cheng, say something! Don't just stare! Ask the Goddess if she needs an extra follower! I can tank, deal damage, and flame her hater fan base!”
“666, is there a possibility that we came to play a game, not to compete for who gets to be the Goddess's simp?”
Nan Cheng: “...”
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