175: Chapter 175 Promotion to Shareholder, Unlocking Privileges

[Congratulations on winning the Season Popularity King]

[shareholder qualification review in progress...]

[Review passed]

[Welcome to the Board of Directors of the 'Myriad Dimensions Sandbox', Mr. Lin Chen]

The moment the four lines of large golden characters exploded on the giant screen, the entire Underworld Group building began to vibrate.

It wasn't an earthquake.

It was dimensional reconfiguration.

The floor of the CEO's office beneath Lin Chen's feet turned into a flowing galaxy of data, the walls melted and reorganized, and the ceiling extended infinitely upward. Within three seconds, he went from a three-hundred-square-meter office to standing upon a black throne floating in the void.

The throne was built from the projections of countless miniature worlds. In every world, life was struggling, laughing, and dying—those were the real-time live feeds of the billions of worlds in the Myriad Dimensions Sandbox.

"Director Lin!" Zhang Hao's voice came from the right.

Lin Chen turned his head and saw Zhang Hao and Su Qingyu each sitting on slightly smaller silver seats. The three seats were suspended in a triangular formation. Between them were dense, semi-transparent control panels.

[shareholder Permission Panel activated]

[Current shareholding ratio: 0.0007%]

[Ranking: 9,743rd on the Board of Directors (Last place)]

[Basic permissions unlocked:]

1. Backend Vision: View draft scripts of any world (Payment required)

2. Rule Fine-tuning: Within your own shareholding world, physical constants can be modified by ±3% (Limit: Once per day)

3. Data Retrieval: Extract resources from any world (Charged according to market value)

4. Screenwriter Communication: Direct contact with the Screenwriting Team (Subject to being blacklisted)

5. Audience Interaction: View real-time bullet chat pool, send pinned announcements (1,000,000 dimension points per message)

[Advanced permissions (To be unlocked):]

· Script Veto Power (Requires over 0.5% shareholding)

· World Creation Rights (Requires over 1% shareholding)

· Screenwriting Team Appointment and Dismissal Rights (Requires over 3% shareholding)

· Board of Directors Voting Rights (Requires over 5% shareholding)

Just as Lin Chen finished reading, a red warning popped up before his eyes:

[Note: You have triggered the 'New Shareholder Protection Period' task]

[Task Content: Within 24 hours, raise the live broadcast rating of your shareholding world (K-742 Underworld Plane) from B-rank to A-rank]

[Failure Penalty: Mandatory reclamation of shares, memory formatting, return to original actor status]

[Countdown: 23:59:59]

"As expected, there's a catch," Lin Chen sneered.

He clicked on [Backend Vision] and searched for "K-742 Underworld Plane."

The screen expanded, showing real-time monitoring of his world—but in God Mode. He could see data tags floating above everyone's heads:

[Su Qingyu: Loyalty 97%, Stress Level 43%, Plot Deviation 880%]

[Zhang Hao: Loyalty 94%, Fear Level 68%, Fourth Wall Perception Level 2]

[Little Red Clothes: Resentment Core Stability 79%, Dependence on Lin Chen 91%]

[Lin Chen's Mother (In Reincarnation): Reincarnation queue number 8,742,351, estimated waiting time 47 years]

Even more terrifyingly, he could see the "edge" of the world.

It was a constantly flowing gray data barrier. Beyond the barrier was the void, and in the void floated the projections of countless pairs of eyes—the manifestation of the audience's viewpoints. Every second, billions of gazes swept across this world. Wherever a gaze touched, the ground would glow slightly.

"We..." Su Qingyu's voice trembled, "are really like fish in a fish tank."

"We used to be," Lin Chen clicked on the [Rule Fine-tuning] interface. "Now, we are the hand that can tap on the glass of the fish tank."

He selected "K-742 Underworld Plane" and found the list of physical constants.

[Gravity: 9.8m/s²] (Adjustable range: 9.506-10.094)

[Speed of Light: 299,792,458m/s] (Adjustable range: 290,798,685-308,786,231)

[Spiritual Power Concentration: Base Value 1.0] (Adjustable range: 0.97-1.03)

[Luck Value Variance: ±2.0 Standard Deviation] (Adjustable range: ±1.94-±2.06)

They were all minor adjustments.

But Lin Chen saw a line of small text at the bottom: [Special Rule Slot: 1/1 (Newbie Benefit)]

Clicked it open.

[Please select a special rule to load into your world:]

1. Wealth is Power (Individual combat strength is positively correlated with net asset value)

2. Live Broadcast Tip Manifestation (Audience tips can be directly converted into physical items)

3. Villain Halo Suppression (Success rate of hostile actions against you decreases by 30%)

4. Plot Twist Probability Increase (Probability of unexpected turns in major events +50%)

"Which one to choose?" Zhang Hao asked.

"I want them all," Lin Chen said.

"But you can only choose one—"

Lin Chen opened the shareholder Mall and searched for "Rule Slot Expansion Ticket."

The price popped up: [10,000,000 dimension points each]

His current balance: 320 million (Remaining after buying out his fate).

He bought three directly.

[Purchase successful]

[Special Rule Slots: 4/4]

[Please select...]

Lin Chen selected all four rules.

[Warning! Loading multiple rules simultaneously may cause world parameter conflicts!]

[Confirm?]

[Yes]

Four colored pillars of light descended from the sky, piercing through the dimensional barrier and slamming into the Underworld world.

Inside the world, all living beings looked up simultaneously.

The sky turned into a four-colored interwoven aurora.

Arrogant Dragon (Technical Consultant), who was working on the production line in the Underworld Group workshop, suddenly felt his internal power surge—he glanced at the monthly bonus just issued to his personal account; his net asset value increased by 0.01%, and his cultivation actually increased by 0.01% in sync.

"This... what kind of law is this?!" He was stunned.

At the same time, a gift box suddenly dropped from the void in front of Su Qingyu.

[Audience member 'Loves Watching Tycoons Get Slapped' tipped 'God-grade Beauty Pill x1']

[Manifested]

Opening the gift box, the fragrance of the pill filled the air.

Zhang Hao's side was even more ridiculous: a hacker (sent by the Screenwriting Team) trying to hack into The Group's system suddenly had his keyboard leak electricity while typing, shocking his face black—Villain Halo Suppression was in effect.

"Alright," Lin Chen looked at the world rating panel.

[K-742 Underworld Plane]

[Current Rating: B+]

[Difference to A-rank: 31,000,000 popularity points]

Still a bit short.

He clicked on [Audience Interaction] and spent 1,000,000 to send a pinned announcement:

"@All Viewers, new shareholder inauguration benefit. For the next ten minutes, this world will have a tenfold tip rebate—if you tip 100 dimension points, the system will provide an additional 900 subsidy directly to your account. Limited to ten minutes only."

The bullet chat pool exploded:

"For real?!"

"The platform is getting fleeced?!"

"I'll try 100 points... Holy crap! 1,000 arrived!"

"Go for it!!!"

Tips flooded in like a deluge.

Lin Chen simultaneously opened [Backend Vision], locked onto the IDs of the viewers with the highest tip amounts, and reverse-tracked their real-world coordinates.

This was something he could only see after becoming a shareholder: behind every viewer ID was a link to an individual account from a high-dimensional civilization. Some accounts even had labels like [Civilization Level: 7] [Identity: Interstellar Financial Magnate Successor].

He picked the first place on the tip leaderboard—a viewer named "loves watching money burn."

Tracking data showed that this person came from a certain god-tier technological civilization. Their personal assets, converted into dimension points, were approximately 800 billion. They were a true god-tier whale.

Lin Chen sent a private message directly to the other party:

"Was it you who just tipped 20 million?"

"Yes, what's wrong? The rebate hasn't arrived yet?" The other party replied quickly.

"The rebate will arrive on time. Interested in playing for higher stakes?"

"Speak."

"My world is currently valued at about 30 billion dimension points. I plan to open up 1% of 'Real Equity,' selling only to loyal viewers of my world. Each share is 300 million, granting permanent dividend rights to the output of this part of the world."

"Are you fundraising?"

"No," Lin Chen typed, "I am screening for 'Co-shareholders'."

He pulled up the record of the viewer who had anonymously tipped 1,000,000 when he bought out his fate earlier—tracking showed that person was a secondary account of the 3rd ranked major shareholder on the Board of Directors.

"You want to form your own faction," the other party understood.

"Subscription ends in ten minutes, first come first served. You are the first to receive an invitation."

"...I'll buy 5 shares. 1.5 billion dimension points, transferring now."

[Received transfer from 'loves watching money burn': 1.5 billion dimension points]

[A sub-equity structure has been created for your world 'K-742 Underworld Plane']

[Primary shareholder: Lin Chen (99%)]

[Secondary shareholder: loves watching money burn (1%)]

Almost simultaneously, the world rating panel flickered.

[Popularity points +50,000,000]

[Current Rating: A-]

[Task completed!]

The countdown stopped at 23:42:17.

But Lin Chen didn't stop.

He sent invitations to nine other top-tipping viewers.

Ten minutes later.

He sold 10% of the world's equity, recovering 9 billion dimension points. His balance returned to 9.32 billion.

And those ten god-tier whale viewers from different high-level civilizations officially became a community of shared interests with his world (and his live broadcast). They would spontaneously help him promote, counter anti-fans, and even intervene when other shareholders targeted him.

[Congratulations: You have established your first 'Shareholder Alliance']

[Board of Directors ranking updated: 8,915th (Up 828 places)]

Lin Chen closed all panels.

He stood up from the black throne.

In the void, projections of countless worlds flowed beneath his feet. He could feel that with just a thought, he could cause mountains to collapse or rivers to flow backward in some low-level world—as long as that world's shareholder ranking was lower than his.

"Director Lin," Zhang Hao swallowed, "are we... considered superior people now?"

"Not yet," Lin Chen looked into the depths of the void, where massive dark shadows were faintly visible—those were the private dimensions of top-tier shareholders holding over 5% of shares. "We've just jumped from a fish tank into a pond."

"But at least," Su Qingyu held his hand, "we can raise our own fish in the pond."

Lin Chen nodded.

He pulled up the [Screenwriter Communication] interface and found the ID named "Fate Pen."

He sent a message:

"Tomorrow morning at nine, come to my world for a script seminar."

"Remember to bring your resignation letter."

"You can choose to be dignified, or I can help you be dignified."

Sent.

Three seconds later, the other party replied with a long string of trembling:

"...Yes."

Lin Chen closed the interface.

Step one: establish a foothold.

Step two: clean out the Screenwriting Team.

Step three—

He looked at the code names shrouded in mist at the top of the Board of Directors ranking.

It's time to make the old shareholders understand.

A new fish has arrived.

And it's a shark.