Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"sit."

Cheng Cheng sat down, and Mu Yuan stared at him for three seconds before suddenly sighing.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Cheng asked.

"It's nothing." Mu Yuan rubbed her temples. "Our previous research on your genes failed, and I have a bit of a headache... Cain told you about what happened that day, right?"

“They didn’t say much,” Cheng Cheng said. “The Primal God Cult, the Fusion Warriors, and the Demons…”

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

Cheng Cheng thought for a moment: "Where did the Primordial God Cult and the demons come from? Also, what is the principle behind the Fusion Warriors?"

Mu Yuan didn't answer immediately. She stood up, walked to the cabinet next to her, took out a folder, and tossed it to Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng opened it; inside were several photos—

The first image shows a gigantic monster with countless arms rampaging through city streets, surrounded by collapsed buildings and terrified crowds.

The second image shows a ghost covered in flowers and with arms.

The third image shows a massive typhoon with a human face ravaging the city.

“These are demons that have appeared before,” Mu Yuan said. “They first appeared in 1999. Nobody knows where they came from, and nobody knows why they appeared. But they just appeared.”

She paused:

"In the beginning, unless humans used their army, they couldn't even deal with a low-level demon. And mobilizing an army takes time, and each demon causes huge losses after it descends."

Cheng Cheng frowned: "And then?"

“Someone stepped forward,” Mu Yuan said. “The founder of the Church of the Primordial God—we call her the ‘Church Leader’—holds the first seat in the council. There’s also the second seat, the ‘Nameless One’. In the beginning, it was just the two of them, relying on some unknown power, they managed to withstand the first wave of demonic tides.”

"Later, they distributed the fire they obtained after killing the demons to other people, and humanity gradually gained the strength to fight against the demons." Mu Yuan pointed to Cheng Cheng, "The kind you used."

Cheng Cheng did not deny it.

"Later, in order to prevent humans from fearing demons and creating even more powerful demons, the Second Seat used his power to erase the existence of demons from the memories of the world. Our Genshin Impact cult began to go underground, and that's when I joined the Genshin Impact cult," Mu Yuan continued. "I invented the Super Transformation Surgery, which fuses demon genes with human genes to create fusion warriors... and that's why I was ranked as the eighth seat in the council."

As she said this, there was a hint of pride in her voice: "Cain is the seventh generation of fusion warriors. The success rate is already very high, but there are still risks."

Cheng Cheng paused for two seconds, then asked, "What about magic?"

In Fate/Grand Order, humans can cultivate magic to become Silver and Gold-rank warriors, strengthen their bodies, use magic, and master all sorts of martial arts. Why is that not possible in reality?

"There's no such thing." Mu Yuan frowned slightly.

"What about battle aura, elemental power, the Eye of God, Honkai energy, and the like?"

"Have you been reading too many online novels?"

Cheng Cheng retorted, "Since there are demons, it's normal to have these things too, right?"

Mu Yuan sighed: "No. There are only the Fire Seed and the Fusion Warrior. At most, the Fire Seed can be made into weapons—we call them 'Relics'—whoever needs them can use them. That's all."

Cheng Cheng leaned back in his chair, feeling a little disappointed.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

If there were a cultivation system, this world would have been divided up by various sects long ago; how could the Primordial God Cult be the only one lurking in the shadows?

“So,” Mu Yuan looked at him, “when you fought the Unjust Demon last time, your physical strength actually increased to the level of a Fusion Warrior… I really want to know how you did it.”

Cheng Cheng did not answer.

Mu Yuan waited a few seconds, and seeing that he didn't intend to say anything, she didn't press him further. She simply said, "So I reported your matter to the sect leader... The sect leader's reply was 'Don't touch you,' sigh, as expected."

After all, Cheng Cheng used the power of the Puppet Fire Seed.

There is only one of the same kind of fire seed, and the "puppet" has always been in the hands of the cult leader... Judging from this, Cheng Cheng must be an acquaintance of the cult leader to possess power other than the fire seed and the super transformation surgery, and to be able to borrow the fire seed from the cult leader.

I just don't know why the cult leader didn't try to recruit him into the Genshin Impact cult.

Thinking of this, Mu Yuan's tone carried a hint of confusion:

"I originally wanted to kidnap you for research, but the cult leader refused. Then I wanted to use your genes to clone you, but the cult leader refused again, saying that 'cloning is against human ethics.' Honestly, haven't we done enough things against human ethics in order to fight against demons?"

Cheng Cheng was taken aback: "...This cult leader is actually an honest and kind person."

Mu Yuan paused, looked at Cheng Cheng, and a complicated look suddenly appeared in her eyes: "Then I thought, if cloning doesn't work, then let's have natural reproduction."

Cheng Cheng: "...What?"

Mu Yuan: "I want your child."

Cheng Cheng almost jumped up from his chair.

Mu Yuan waved her hand: "It's not me and you having a child. I'll find ten beautiful women to take turns bearing your children, is that alright? Natural conception, normal childbirth, it won't violate human ethics. Even if we don't do any research, as long as your child can inherit your combat power, it'll be good for our cause!"

Cheng Cheng's eyes widened: "So you called me here today to participate in the 1080P competition?"

"Even the cult leader rejected it in the end," Mu Yuan sighed.

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath: "...This cult leader is truly ungrateful and meddles in other people's business!"

Ignoring his resentment, Mu Yuan continued, "So I thought of one last solution."

She took a photo out of the drawer and pushed it in front of Cheng Cheng.

The photo shows a girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate features, lively and cute. She is wearing a tracksuit and standing on a playground. The sunlight shines from the side, casting soft shadows on her face.

“Zhang Xiaomeng,” Mu Yuan said, “Eighteen years old, a member of the Primal God Cult. She has a great figure, is beautiful, has a high IQ, and is also athletic—she definitely has top-tier human genes.”

Cheng Cheng looked at the photo, a little confused: "What does this mean?"

"This is a blind date I arranged for you," Mu Yuan said. "I've thought about it. Cloning won't work, artificial insemination won't work, and the 'Queen of Free Love' can't interfere, right? Anyway, you're not getting any younger and don't have a girlfriend, so why not go and meet someone?"

Cheng Cheng was silent for three seconds:

"...To be honest, I'm not interested."

He was fine with the group cultivation sessions that involved physical stimulation, but he wasn't interested in anything emotional.

Three-dimensional girls are too troublesome. They'd rather spend their time playing games with wood than dating.

Mu Yuan raised an eyebrow: "I'll add money."

"I don't need money anymore."

Cheng Cheng shook his head. After all, he had only earned 30 million, and he didn't want to help his father anymore. He had too much money to spend.

Mu Yuan took a deep breath: "I know Brother Dawei."

Cheng Cheng's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

“I can arrange for you to visit miHoYo’s headquarters,” Mu Yuan said. “I can also arrange for you to meet your favorite voice actors.”

Cheng Cheng's lips twitched: "...I have money, so I can do that too."

Do you have a favorite underrated character?

"……what?"

Mu Yuan looked at him seriously: "We can add more storylines for her in the next version."

Cheng Cheng: "..."

Mu Yuan continued, "By the way, isn't Brother Dawei planning to build the Yuan Shen Amusement Park? I can increase the investment and guarantee it can be built this year."

"Okay, I'll go."

Mu Yuan smiled.

Looking at her smile, Cheng Cheng suddenly remembered something: "How did you know I like Miyu?"

Mu Yuan's gaze shifted downwards, and Cheng Cheng followed her gaze—

She was still wearing Klee's ita-style outfit.

"...Okay, what time? Where are you located?"

Although he verbally agreed, Cheng Cheng was already planning to leave as soon as they met, and at worst he could just tell Mu Yuan that she didn't like him.

“I’ll take you there,” Mu Yuan stood up, took off her white coat, revealing a simple white shirt and black trousers underneath. “I have to go with you, so you don’t cause any trouble.”

Cheng Cheng: "..."

Nothing.

It's just a blind date anyway.

All you need to do is make the other person look down on you.

“Let’s go.” Mu Yuan picked up her car keys. “The location is a private coffee shop that also serves lunch. She’s already here.”

…………

Zhang Xiaomeng was very distressed.

She sat at the bar of the cafe, a cold latte in front of her, poking at the ice cubes at the bottom of the cup with a straw, making a "crunching" sound.

She is only eighteen years old this year.

Eighteen years old!

What 18-year-old girl goes on blind dates? It's too early!

It was absolutely a terrible idea from that workaholic PhD student—he was so busy in the lab that he had no time for romance, so he dragged his subordinates into filling the gaps.

No, absolutely not.

Well, when the doctor arrives later, I'll just tell her that the other person didn't like me.

unless--

She took a sip of her coffee and silently added conditions in her mind: unless the other party is a handsome man who is gentle, rich, and has a good figure.

In that case... it's not something we can't consider.

Lost in thought, a very pleasant male voice suddenly rang in my ears:

"Hello, are you Ms. Zhang Xiaomeng?"

She looked up and glanced to her side.

A handsome, sunny young man sat there.

Her orange hair shimmered warmly under the light. She was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs—perfectly proportioned. Her features were clean and handsome, with a touch of languid charm that perfectly suited her. Even her fashion sense was…