The Video Went Viral!

"Hi everyone, welcome to Doctor Ingenious's channel..."

Kraft was in his personal workshop, speaking his opening remarks to the camera.

The day his ordered manufacturing tools arrived, Fatty Liao, who was in urgent need of money, had urged him to start making the new contraption he spoke of. The items were actually already finished, and Fatty Liao had edited the relevant production process. Kraft was now just reshooting the opening and product introductions.

"As everyone knows, I have a good friend, David. He's a bit on the heavier side."

Kraft said this while gesturing around his stomach.

"He's always wanted to lose weight but couldn't find an effective method. I believe many people have the same troubles as him. As a good friend, I decided to help him think of a solution, and thus this—Go-for-broke Treadmill Set—was born!"

This product was also inspired by a dream about Shou Gong Geng. Although Kraft could now create some more technically advanced and practical items, like Professor Agasa's Anesthetic Watch, he intended to use those for self-defense and had no intention of selling them. Moreover, if he openly sold such dangerous items, he was afraid the police might come knocking.

In contrast, humorous inventions like Shou Gong Geng's were more suitable for videos. They were not only safe but also full of hype. Kraft's videos featuring Shou Gong Geng's products always had top viewership.

Coincidentally, Kraft had recently dreamt of the "Shatter the Cauldrons Treadmill" and the "Diet Fitness Fridge Lock," so Kraft decided to package them together for a video.

After having Fatty Liao appear in the video to experience the effects of the two new inventions, the video footage was considered complete. Kraft had always left the subsequent work to Fatty Liao. The Doctor Ingenious channel account was basically managed by him, as Kraft was only responsible for producing the products.

Although Fatty Liao was a shrewd businessman, he was quite reliable as a partner.

Once the items were made, Kraft stopped paying attention to them and retreated to his workshop to try making the Power-Enhancing Shoes. Anyway, his current video income primarily came from the website, and product sales were now a smaller portion. Besides, for large items like the Shatter the Cauldrons Treadmill and the Diet Fitness Fridge Lock, even if someone bought them, they were usually custom orders. He would only get involved after Fatty Liao had finalized discussions with the customer.

"Clang————Bang!"

Kraft kicked an empty soda can, sending it whistling towards a wooden board in the distance. The specially reinforced board was directly pierced by the impact of the can, which then got stuck perfectly in the hole.

"Success!"

Kraft clenched his fist and cheered. After several failures, he had finally managed to create the Power-Enhancing Shoes.

"Hmm... just a slight issue with accuracy..."

Kraft looked at the soda can that had almost flown out of the board's range and scratched his head in annoyance.

So why develop Power-Enhancing Shoes? Kicking them was clearly less accurate than throwing them by hand. Wouldn't gloves be better?

However, through this production, Kraft had mastered the core technology of the Power-Enhancing Shoes, and developing Arm Strength Enhancement Gloves should also be feasible.

It's just...

"Not enough funds..."

Kraft calculated his remaining money and sighed helplessly.

Renting this workshop had already used up most of his savings. During the production of the Power-Enhancing Shoes, the shoes themselves were also heavily used. Even though Kraft tried to choose cheaper shoes, it still cost a considerable amount of money. After all, if the shoes were of too poor quality and broke after just a couple of kicks, it would be meaningless.

"Kraft! Kraft! Something big has happened—!"

Just as Kraft was agonizing over whether to quickly make another batch of mechanical locks to earn some money, Fatty Liao, with a laptop tucked under his arm, rushed into the studio, barging through the door.

"What is it? Was one of your collectibles discovered again?"

"Where would I get the money to replenish my collectibles now!"

Fatty Liao retorted angrily.

"No! This isn't the time to talk about that. Something really big has happened! Our channel is truly famous now!"

For Fatty Liao to put aside the topic of his collectibles, it seemed like something truly significant had occurred. However, judging by his beaming, chubby face, it was probably good news, right?

Kraft pulled Fatty Liao's arm and led him outside. He didn't like having other people in his workspace.

"So, David, my old friend, what exactly happened?"

Kraft inquired as they walked out.

"Take a look at this."

Fatty Liao opened the laptop he was holding, clicked on the video they had previously filmed, and quickly scrolled down to the comment section.

The very first pinned comment read: "Interesting idea, I plan to get one for my bodyguard."

The commenter's ID was: Tony Stark.

In front of the ID was an ostentatiously styled verification badge, unique across the entire internet, proving that this Tony Stark was the genuine article.

There was also a rumor about this badge. Apparently, Tony Stark had an argument with someone on this video website, and when someone questioned his identity, he bought the entire website and added this unique anti-counterfeiting badge to his ID.

Kraft wasn't sure if this story was true, but having this badge at least indicated that it was Stark himself who had commented.

"So, Stark contacted you?"

Kraft asked calmly, not placing too much importance on Tony Stark.

Although Kraft could basically only replicate inventions from his dreams, he had gradually become very interested in scientific research. Logically, Kraft should have greatly admired a genius scientist like Tony Stark. However, due to his childhood experiences, he had never had a good impression of people of different skin colors. Unless they had been together for a long time and earned Kraft's approval, he wouldn't see them differently. Stark, a white scientist Kraft had never interacted with, naturally wasn't within his scope of admiration.

"Why aren't you excited at all?! This is Tony Stark!"

Fatty Liao yelled, his voice hoarse with excitement, completely unable to understand Kraft's indifferent attitude.

"Don't be foolish, David."

It was precisely because he lacked fan bias that Kraft saw things clearly.

"Do you think that with Stark Industries' technology, it would be difficult to replicate my little invention? This thing is just a small trinket for Stark to buy casually, like a rattle you buy on the street. Do you really think you can connect with Stark with just this?"

Doused by Kraft's cold water, Fatty Liao gradually calmed down. He smacked his lips and said regretfully, "Alright, you have a point, but..."

Fatty Liao argued righteously, "I don't like playing with rattles at all. That rattle was something I bought for my neighbor's kid!"

Kraft didn't want to bother with him.

You don't like playing with rattles? Then who was the idiot who ran through three streets shaking one?

What happened next was just as Kraft had said. The person who contacted Fatty Liao was just an employee of Stark Industries. He wasn't as eager for talent as Fatty Liao had imagined, nor was he arrogant. He simply bought something from him. Fatty Liao cautiously quoted a price that wasn't too exorbitant. The other party didn't haggle and gave him an address that most New Yorkers knew – the Stark Industries building. That was the end of the transaction.

This made Fatty Liao sigh with regret... If only he had quoted a higher price.

Kraft had originally thought that was the end of it, but he still underestimated the buzz that the sensational figure Tony Stark could generate.

Around his school and residence, a lot of unfamiliar or even unknown people suddenly started greeting him frequently. Not only that, but some people who sounded like scammers somehow got his phone number and email address. They sent him messages about partnering up to start a brand.

Eventually, even reporters came to Vantas, an obscure public middle school, to interview Kraft. The content of the interviews even appeared on the front pages of several newspapers, and a TV station even produced a special program about it.

This celebratory development left both Kraft and Fatty Liao, who had never experienced anything like it, stunned.

Martin Lee, however, remained calm.

"Capital is like this. It fans the flames of a hot topic to make it even more popular, and then they profit from it. They don't care what happens to those former hot topics after they've reaped their rewards."

Martin Lee rubbed Kraft's little head and explained with a smile.

"It's like the Medal of Freedom I received. Do you think the President of the United States really cares about rootless drifters like us? He just wanted to set an example to improve his political achievements. That person could have been me, or it could have been someone else. I just seized the opportunity and secured quite a few benefits for myself."

Kraft scratched his head in confusion, not quite understanding why Martin was telling him this. He didn't care about these things anyway. Or rather, thanks to the media hype, his Go-for-broke Treadmill Set had seen a surge in orders, and he was happy about it.

"So?"

"So, while this trend is still hot, put a couple of those Go-for-broke Sets into FEAST and bring me some traffic too. I'll pay you the full price."

A sly smile appeared on Martin's face as he said this.

"Is this the world of you adults..."

Kraft sighed helplessly. Although he disdained Martin's method of capitalizing on trends, he still agreed.

What else could he do? After all, Martin was his father. He had no choice but to comply.

He would pay for it anyway.

Regarding the protagonist's setting, it has nothing to do with Cthulhu; it's just a normal cheat. He is indeed a transmigrator, but he has amnesia.

The main reason is that I want to write about a protagonist who doesn't know the plot, but some later content requires the protagonist to understand some memes... That's why I gave the protagonist such a somewhat cliché experience.

Then there's the faction issue. I've read a lot of Marvel fanfiction recently. Most of them follow various protagonists, mix with S.H.I.E.L.D., or are mastermind types. I want to write something different, but I don't want to go the pure villain route. Therefore, Mr. Negative, a character who is more neutral in his setting, is more suitable for the protagonist...

The protagonist himself is naturally inclined towards the good alignment, but to prevent him from completely siding with the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., I've specifically given him an extremist, nationalistic persona...

There's no helping it, I'm just that kind of awkward person.