Pray and become a magical girl

Chapter 1: Miss Idol wants to resign

One day in May 2026, cracks called tunnels appeared all over the world, and with them came strange beasts that continued to invade this beautiful planet.

What is gratifying is that people from all over the world are constantly being selected to become people with special powers, and people regard them as heroes who save the world.

Under the leadership of the S-class hero King Arthur, the monsters were driven out and the world slowly moved towards peace.

……

"Brother Ran, do you think our game is too old-fashioned? The routine of playing the role of a hero and fighting strange beasts is almost everywhere." The young man named Ma Tianjun had a worried look on his face, and his slightly fat face was almost squeezed together.

The young man whom he called "Brother Ran" took his hands off the keyboard and looked at him with tired eyes.

"Brother Ran"'s real name is Cheng Haoran. At the age of 20, he is the president of the game workshop Yuntian Studio.

Even though he is only 20 years old, as a programmer, his hair won't start to fall out now, but he has all the other characteristics that a programmer should have.

With messy hair, obvious dark circles under his eyes, and unshaved stubble, he looks like an unkempt middle-aged man.

All we can say is that behind every successful person there are untold hardships, but the key is that Cheng Haoran has not yet realized his dream, and his first game failed halfway through.

In order to fulfill his dream, Cheng Haoran had no choice but to take the old path.

"Fatty, what do you think are the requirements for a good game?" Cheng Haoran asked.

Ma Tianjun sighed and recited Cheng Haoran's quote, "Isn't it just smooth hitting feel, good-looking modeling, interesting plot, novel gameplay and conscientious operation? Brother Ran, you have said it many times. But which big company is not like this? What can we use to compete——"

Cheng Haoran crossed his hands on the table, putting on a very profound look, "That's true, but our advantage is that we have time and don't have to care about the business disputes among our peers. After all, I support us, so we can definitely achieve the effect of sharpening a sword for ten years."

Ma Tianjun's view has not changed. "In ten years, the game will be ready, but I don't know if hero-themed games will still be popular."

Cheng Haoran went on to enlighten him, "Ten years is just an exaggeration. Before the advent of the super-power era, who among our team members was not a computer science graduate or a self-taught hacker?

"Oh, yes, and you, the modeler who is often forced by fans to 'show this to the brothers if you have this technology'."

As if recalling some unpleasant memories, Ma Tianjun covered his face in embarrassment, "Don't... don't remind me of the dark history, Brother Ran!"

Who would have thought that this honest-looking little fat guy was once a sensational big shot in the 3D zone?

Although he was forced to do so by his fans, he personally produced those works, so the fans were at best accomplices.

I vaguely remember that it was a fan with the online name "Haoran Zhengqi" who used provocation to get Teacher Ma back on the "right track". Until now, there are still people in the fan group who keep mentioning the three words "Brother Haoran".

Whenever it is late at night and everyone is asleep, unmotivated craftsmen will call out this name, hoping for a miracle to happen again.

Cheng Haoran stood up and patted Ma Tianjun on the shoulder. His eyes seemed to say, "Do you have more dark history than me?", but he quickly returned to normal.

"It's always good to have this technology. As ordinary people, we can make a living with it. And many gentlemen use your work as a lubricant at night!"

"Ran—Brother—!"

The small gas tank was about to ignite. Cheng Haoran stopped joking and said, "We still have an advantage. You have read the scripts I sent to you. These are all absolute secrets. How can other big companies compare with us?"

Ma Tianjun thought for a moment and said, "That's right, the plot is also very attractive. But, Brother Ran, is your information really authentic? There is no such information on the Internet."

Cheng Haoran rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Nonsense, it's already a secret, it would be strange if other people knew it. As for the authenticity, my part-time job is a tactical analyst, how can I not guarantee the authenticity?" Ma Tianjun smiled innocently, "That's right, I forgot that you have this part-time job, Brother Ran. By the way, I have another question, is it really okay for us to set up our characters like this?
"If we set King Arthur as a middle school boy before he became a superpower, his fans won't kill us, right?"

At this point, the fat boy showed a worried look on his face, as if he foresaw that the game would fail as soon as it began testing.

Cheng Haoran was a little dazed, not knowing which name or which period of time brought back his memories. After a moment of silence, he said meaningfully, "Fatty, you have to know that heroes are not heroes from the beginning."

Some strange words made Ma Tianjun suspicious, but before he could ask anything, Cheng Haoran changed his tone and said, "Also, your brother Ran is very familiar with S-class heroes, as well as those retired guys. I know who they are very well."

The sight of Cheng Haoran’s nose almost sticking up to the sky dispelled Ma Tianjun’s worries, “You are worthy of being my brother Ran!”

This sentence made Cheng Haoran even more proud. He thought of something and took out a bank card from his trouser pocket. "It's the weekend today, you can use it to pay for it and take everyone out for a good meal."

Ma Tianjun was so excited when he received the bank card from Cheng Haoran, "To be honest, godfather!"

Cheng Haoran patted his chest and said generously, "Of course, when have I ever lied to you, Brother Ran?"

After that, he walked out, and Ma Tianjun asked behind him, "Brother Ran, what are you going to do?"

"Part-time job, otherwise how can we support you guys?" Cheng Haoran waved his hand and told the other employees this information.

For a moment, the office building was filled with shouts of "godfather".

A young man approached Ma Tianjun to discuss what to eat tonight.

After deciding on the barbecue, Ma Tianjun suddenly asked, "Brother Li, how much do you think Brother Ran earns as a part-time tactical analyst at the Hero Association?"

Li Tianci shrugged and said, "We have nothing to do with heroes. Who knows? Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, I just think that jobs related to heroes should be very profitable, but why do I feel that Brother Ran is very tired and looks like he is in need of money."

Li Tianci patted Ma Tianjun on the back and said with a smile, "Why think so much? Brother Ran supports us, we should be grateful in our hearts, and then make good games for him. It's enough. Now it's time to go drink and eat barbecue!"

Cheng Haoran did go out to do a part-time job. What others didn't know was that he had two part-time jobs, and both were top-paying at Blue Star, so Cheng Haoran would never be short of money, and the savings he had saved were enough for him to put in the bank and earn interest without spending it all.

Your part-time job is doing very well but your main job is a mess, so why not quit your part-time job and focus on your main job?

All I can say is that everyone has their own frustrations. Not everything you want to do can be accomplished, even for the legendary S-class heroes.

Today is the weekend, so Cheng Haoran has to do a part-time job...

“Everyone—remember to come and see the next performance.” The girl with long black hair on the stage waved goodbye.

Under the spotlight, she was like the only shining star in the night light. Fine sweat soaked her forehead, but it did not affect her beauty.

With fair skin, angelic features, and a slender but well-proportioned figure, she is still a top idol in China!

"Yi Ran! Yi Ran! Yi Ran!" The fans in the audience also gave their idols warm cheers.

After returning to the lounge, Cheng Yiran put aside all her idol image and lay on the sofa in a "spread" shape, without caring about her image.

She was like a broken doll, mumbling to herself listlessly, "I'm so tired - why not quit my part-time job at the Hero Association?"

Xinggong: ??? Down and out, my family!
(End of this chapter)