So now the question was: waking up one day to discover you had transmigrated into a comic—what the hell were you supposed to do?!
Without question, first check whether you had a cheat. If not, then go cling to the protagonist's thigh.
Based on what Wang Hao knew of Zhao Cheng from his previous life's comic, Zhao Cheng was undoubtedly a man of principles. Treat him well and he would treat you well; treat him wickedly and he would return wickedness. If you gave to him, he would naturally repay you in the future.
As for fearing someone's talent and potential, then nipping them in the bud beforehand—Zhao Cheng was not such a petty person.
A personality like that was undoubtedly an exceptionally high-quality thigh to cling to. Wang Hao was more than willing to be an angel investor.
He knew exactly what he was worth.
He was an utterly ordinary person. If he had a cheat, he could try working hard on his own, but since he had brought nothing with him, he could only rely on wisdom.
If he remembered correctly, Zhao Cheng had begun researching the Grotto-Heaven by the tenth dungeon. By the thirteenth dungeon, the Grotto-Heaven had already been initially opened, greatly advancing the development of swordsmanship in the real world.
That was because the Grotto-Heaven operated under semi-datafied game rules. After logging in with one's mind, every action consumed mental power. Once it was depleted to a certain extent, one would be forcibly logged out. Of that consumed mental power, fifty percent maintained the Grotto-Heaven's daily operation and growth. The other fifty percent, after being refined by the Grotto-Heaven, was converted into the purest mental power and became something called potential points.
As for the purpose of potential points, they could assist in cultivation and