Chapter 71: Lord, Could You Consider a Cross‑Dressing Business?

The promotional video for "Code: Sun Moon" is like a stone tossed into water—no matter how small, it still stirs a ripple on the vast ocean of the Internet.

Consequently, similar incidents are happening elsewhere at the same time.

On the outskirts of Jing City, a high‑end sanatorium.

"The accident doesn't matter, but for the next three months you must report to me every day!"

The middle‑aged man in the wheelchair forcefully hung up and signaled the nurse beside him to push him back to his room.

"Mr. Fu, you need to rest…"

"I know."

He exhaled, closed his eyes and massaged his throbbing temples.

He was about to call General Manager Wang again when he accidentally tapped the instant messenger.

Staring at the dazzling splash screen—dragons and elves intermingled—he frowned.

In an inland town, at the doorway of a small shop.

"Xiao Zhang, once this load is moved you're off. Want to go have a drink with the uncles?"

Wiping the sweat from his neck, the buzz‑cuted burly man laughed and shook his head.

"No, no, uncle, I really gave up drinking after I got in!"

"Hey, you kid… fine!"

After saying goodbye to his coworkers, he fished out his old keypad phone to call his wife.

He lit the screen, only to find an advertisement message had somehow arrived.

"Closed‑beta gives away a game helmet? If this thing sells, how much could it fetch!"

At the entrance of an ancient building in a coastal metropolis.

"Today I'm filming a full‑armor clip for my friends; please watch!"

The young man in replica ancient armor smiled at the camera and brandished his long spear.

The spear darted, twirled and lunged—unprofessional perhaps, but certainly agile.

After the routine ended, he wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"Hope everyone can support our scenic spot, we…"

Just as he was about to continue, a friend beside him held up a phone.

"Brother Qiang, take a look at this—awesome or not!"

The young man wasn't annoyed; he squinted, then opened his eyes wide.

"Whoa, even though it's fantasy, the spear dance is truly slick!"

Some people were angry over the video; others were excited.

Sitting at his computer, scrolling through the comment section and backend messages, Ji Ming's blood pressure rose and fell erratically.

"【Boss, is my video editing really that bad?】"

"【Hello, based on my monitoring and statistics, the entire network's comment section…】"

"【Alright, stop talking.】"

The voices in the comment section fall into three categories.

One kind berates the sloppy editing and calls for a group to punish that Indian female‑teen editor.

Another kind questions the game's realism, while sparking the kid‑favorite vendor fan war.

The last kind offers personal opinions on the various characters appearing in the clips…

Sloppy editing can't be helped.

If you're not satisfied, you can bypass Sun Moon's block and meet the real me offline.

The game's realism doesn't matter either.

Anyway, according to backend data, the comment section is harsh, but over five hundred users have submitted feedback.

Since that's the case, why not troll a bit.

The live demo video will be shelved for now; after the game's server opens we'll settle the backlash all at once.

As for the dragon‑spear strong youngster, the AOE Archmage, and the feminized Si Kong Zhen in the video… who are they?

Don't even mention those ancient figures of uncertain dates; actually Ji Ming doesn't even know who the banner girl on the cover is.

All he knows is she was the Great Sage of the Holy Tree Kingdom five hundred years ago, and she's probably long dead, not even a scrap left.

As for why they chose such a character as the banner girl…

Actually Ji Ming's first choice was Xi Er Wei Ya, since everyone loves a great angel.

But after he brought it up, Xi Er Wei Ya unusually outright refused.

"Sorry, all the wisdom of our angel race is concentrated in our eyes."

"If we gaze casually at mortal beings, it could shatter their minds."

"Thus, our angel race has traditionally kept our faces hidden. Becoming a… banner girl could cause unnecessary trouble, right?"

Fine, if the subordinate has difficulty, the superior must understand.

So Ji Ming turned his attention to Bu Long Fei Er De, who was tucked away in the sanctuary's attic.

"Transform now!"

The Silver Dragon's face remained expressionless.

"I don't want to."

"Don't, I recall the Silver Dragon's tradition is to become a super‑cool old man or a blonde beauty to aid humanity."

Ji Ming also knew how to handle the lazy dog, so he tossed out a condition.

"Alright, you be the banner girl; whenever players find a gold or silver mine—since they can't take it anyway—I'll give you twenty percent."

Bu Long Fei Er De opened his mouth and was stunned for two seconds, but then he shook his head fiercely.

"I don't want it."

"If I really became this shop girl, I'd definitely have to go down and interact with players, right? Then I'd be worked to death!"

"Huh? This excuse..."

"I seem to have accidentally solved a historical riddle."

Ji Ming thought it over, extending three fingers.

"Thirty percent!"

"..."

"I don't want it!"

"Besides, I don't even want to become human."

Saying that, Bu Long Fei Er De firmly covered his big head with his wings.

Until Ji Ming raised the price to fifty percent, she remained unmoved.

"Alright."

Ji Ming had no choice but to find another way.

After going through his circle of friends, only AdaiEr could fit the beautiful girl identity.

But AdaiEr is related to me yet unrelated to the plan; dragging her in now wouldn't be good.

"Ah, I didn't expect to fall flat here."

Xi Er Wei Ya instantly became curious: why does the Upper God care so much about this shop girl matter?

"Well..."

Leaning on the podium, Ji Ming fell into a brief recollection.

There's a big mudskipper with two moms, a little mustached fish whose gender is a McDonald's delivery bag, and also a completely over-the-top apocalypse tank that's purely the Production Team's private goods...

He couldn't help but tremble all over, and explained in a low voice.

"Because in the Infinite Upper Realm, games with beautiful girls aren't necessarily good, but games that even beautiful girls can't figure out... I can't say."

"Indeed, that's true; naturally only another group of even more terrifying, abstract, and disgusting weirdos could date such a bunch of weirdos."

"Put together, that's endless propaganda fraud, terrible optimization, crazy plot, mad ramblings, and PTSD etched into the bones."

Just then, a sneer suddenly came from above.

"That's not hard; I remember the Gods are formless, so they can freely change their form."

Bu Long Fei Er De poked his head out.

"How about Upper God, you consider cross-dressing business?"

"?"

Ji Ming clenched his fists, his face flashing red then green.

Gritting his teeth, he barely restrained the urge to let Xi Er Wei Ya pull Bu Long Fei Er De down and beat him up.