Zhao Qingyu regretted it once again.
Ever since arriving in this Sports World, he had regretted things more than once.
When he had previously landed in the ocean, he had regretted his impulsiveness.
He had been utterly unprepared, thinking that as long as he had enough divine power, he could meet every need.
In the end, his divine power ran out.
And now, he regretted being unable to accumulate divine power.
Fortunately, this was a Modern World, and there were plenty of imaginative people.
He repackaged the problem he was facing and posted it online.
He even generously offered a 500-yuan reward, claiming he was seeking novel settings and creative ideas.
Sure enough, someone replied.
"Want people to truly believe in gods? Isn't that easy?"
"Tch, just set up a Sandbox World. You know. The specifics can't be described. Those who understand, understand; those who don't won't understand even if you explain..."
Zhao Qingyu suddenly understood.
That was right. A Sandbox World, a Brain in a Vat—wouldn't those solve his current problem?
It was just that the cycle would be very long.
Cultivating a Sandbox World was troublesome and extremely expensive.
It was destined to be built only in some remote place.
That would cost him a great deal of money.
In his view, the budget alone would require a full five billion.
So, while refining his plan, he desperately made money.
Football, basketball, racing, boxing, fan economies, advertisements, livestream selling...
Every day, he trained hard and worked hard to make money.
He even had to humble himself and cater to his fans.
"Family..."
Of course, he would not start a business or make investments.
Because he knew very clearly that he was not cut out for it.
Starting a business was just squandering money.
There was nothing to fear