Young Master Ying, the Money-Throwing Maniac Who'd Crush You with Cash If He Couldn't Beat You!

In the little red mansion in Central City, Ying Lin took off the smart glasses linked to the network. His face flushed an unusual red as he lay limp on the leather sofa, as if he'd just finished an intense workout.

When he'd first arrived in Hengzhou, Ying Lin had been keen on holding "consort selection events," losing himself in a life of wine and women.

But he'd soon grown bored. Young bodies full of vitality couldn't provide any more stimulation or excitement.

So Ying Lin had turned to taking illicit drugs. A top playboy like him, one who'd be considered a big name even in the Imperial Capital or Haizhou, had no reason to worry about the Inspection Department searching him.

Back then, the red mansion's parties had been regarded as a dream destination by all the fun-loving second-generation rich kids in Central City. Almost every day, it was a den of indulgence, a cycle of emptiness and gratification repeated over and over.

But desire was an endless chasm, impossible to fill. Trapped in the little red mansion and unable to step outside, Ying Lin was like a prisoner who'd already enjoyed every form of entertainment available to him.

"Only the feedback from the virtual world never gets old."

Ying Lin toyed with the smart glasses. They were the latest product from Qingming Technologies, originally designed to let people enter virtual spaces to interact or play games.

But somehow, some genius had cracked them and developed all kinds of restricted, adults-only content, turning the realism up to one hundred percent. Some of the experiences involved killing and torture, while others were designed to push psychological limits.

These illegal products weren't safe. Their one-hundred-percent realism made every kind of stimulus intensely powerful, leading to unpredictable dangers.

But for Ying Lin,