Spellcasting Gods

Upon closer examination, from Wall Street tycoons to presidential families, not a single one is clean.

“No, you’re not qualified to go to hell yet.” Zhang Cheng shook his head meaningfully.

"Oh? So what am I supposed to do next?" Yvette put down her empty wine glass, rested her chin on her hand, and asked with great interest.

Without hesitation, Zhang Cheng replied, "It's simple! Now that you have enough money, all you need to do is package yourself and appear in front of everyone in a different guise."

“Packaging?” Yvette raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Yes! Packaging! If you want those self-important upper-class people to accept you, you must first make yourself look like a successful person. So you must start a business, build your own company, and impress people with your rags-to-riches story. Remember the countless entrepreneurial myths touted by the media, and the legendary stories of those founders? Next, you will become one of them.” Zhang Cheng said meaningfully, pursing his lips.

Yvette: "I don't understand! What does this have to do with getting into high society?"

"A very simple business relationship! Basically, you need to prove you have a strong earning capacity to attract the interest of those financial giants. Then, at the right time, bring their capital into your company, list it on NASDAQ, and reap huge rewards. With shared interests, they'll consider you one of their own and let you into their circle. Besides, you'll gain the worship and praise of countless fools. Starting from scratch—how classic and inspiring, how in line with current political correctness, practically a direct embodiment of the American Dream. If you're interested in sex later, perhaps you can use this to enter politics and become the first female president of the United States a few years later..."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng opened his arms wide, his tone filled with passionate words, painting a beautiful blueprint for the future for the other party.

What's the most interesting thing about simulation games?

Of course, it's about personally changing someone's destiny and propelling them to the pinnacle of life.

Chapter 0954 Entrepreneurship

Starting a business is never an easy thing for ordinary people.

Putting aside the alarmingly high failure rate, the serious consequences alone are enough to deter most people. Often, a single failure can lead to unimaginable debts, and one could even end up in prison for several years.

But for wealthy people, starting a business with ample capital is easier than eating and drinking.

On the one hand, they have ample funds and connections, making it easy for them to reach people or senior executives of companies that ordinary entrepreneurs would never be able to access.

On the other hand, they don't have to worry about the heavy price they would have to pay if they failed.

Sure enough, in just about two weeks, Yvette used the laundered money to start a fashion company in Chicago.

No well-known designers?

They spend huge sums to poach talent from other companies!

Lack of brand recognition?

They spent huge sums on advertising, launched massive campaigns, hired popular celebrities as spokespeople, and bribed editors of various fashion magazines to say good things about the products.

In short, trendy clothing and similar products all boil down to one word—hype.

Regardless of whether it looks good or not, as long as the reputation is established, the first batch of customers will naturally come to be ripped off.

As its reputation continues to grow over time, it will gradually gain market recognition and slowly rise to become a luxury item, serving as a status symbol for some people.

As the saying goes, social classes among people have never disappeared; they have simply continued to exist in a different form.

In the past, people used bloodline and surname to classify social classes; now people use wealth to classify social classes. In essence, there is not much difference.

The wide variety of luxury goods available perfectly satisfies this latent psychological need.

The spillover effect brought about by advertising and celebrities swept through major cities such as Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and San Francisco. This loss-making company, which was originally kept afloat by dirty money, actually turned a profit in the third month.

Although it wasn't much, only around $800,000, it was a very important turning point.

Looking at the glaring black numbers on the financial statement, Yvette, who had been tense for more than two months, finally breathed a sigh of relief and complained through gritted teeth, "Shit! You've spent twenty-three million dollars in just two months! You're a madman! You know what? Every day I see the money going down the drain, I get a heart attack."

"Relaxation is just a mere twenty million dollars. Do you know how much Coca-Cola spends on advertising every year? In my opinion, whether it's fast food, beverages, or trendy clothing and luxury goods, the essence is to brainwash the public and influence their original values ​​through various subtle influences. Look at Milan Fashion Week, and the high-fashion shows in Los Angeles and New York. How many expensive clothes and shoes are designed to be utter garbage, yet there are still huge groups of people following the trend? So don't be stingy with your investment in advertising and public relations. At least until you have a voice in this industry, don't be stingy with spending money." Zhang Cheng explained casually while playing darts in his chair.

As he spent more and more time in this gangster city, his control over his body became more and more profound. Now he could easily mobilize more than half of his power without worrying about losing control.

"What? I have to keep losing money! God! If I had known this would happen, why did I have to make myself miserable? I could have just taken the money and enjoyed life to the fullest." Yvette covered her face in anguish.

Not long ago, she was a penniless woman who didn't even have a hundred-yuan bill, but now she can sign checks for hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars without batting an eye.

This enormous leap in a short period of time made her feel like she was living a life worse than death.

"Are you really content to be a good-for-nothing who only knows how to enjoy life? No, that's not what you truly desire. You crave wealth, power, and to become a high-ranking figure, and this company is your stepping stone. Okay, stop complaining. The losses are only temporary. I guarantee that it won't be long before you start making substantial profits. Remember, you're destined to become a darling of high society; don't let short-term gains blind you," Zhang Cheng earnestly advised.

"Fine, fine, fine, whatever you say." Yvette sighed, utterly dejected.

Just as she was about to say something, Zhang Cheng's phone, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment."

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cheng immediately stood up, walked out of the office, went to the empty restroom, quickly took out his phone, and pressed the answer button.

next second...

A familiar voice came through the microphone: "Good afternoon, Mr. Congressman, I am Eagle Hamilton."

"Ah! Good afternoon, my friend. Is there something important that you're calling me all of a sudden?" Zhang Cheng probed casually.

He hadn't been in contact with these hidden forces behind the United States since the last alliance agreement, so this sudden contact must mean something had happened in the underworld.

“The parliament has been very active these past few days. I want to know what’s going on. Are they finally going to take action against us?” Eagle’s tone revealed strong concern.

"Frequent movements?" Zhang Cheng's expression immediately showed a look of doubt.

Undoubtedly, he was unaware of the enormous impact his war to destroy Paradise had had on the entire underworld.

Eagle: "Yes! The lords of the underworld in North America! No! They're expanding their forces like madmen, it looks like a full-scale war is about to break out."

"I'm sorry, I've been on vacation recently and don't know what happened. If you don't mind, give me some time, and I'll let you know once I've figured it out." Zhang Cheng made up an excuse.

"Okay! But please hurry!"

"No problem! Give me half an hour."

……

As soon as the last word was spoken, Zhang Cheng hung up the phone and dialed the second number in his contacts. The call was connected in just a few seconds.

"Master, is that you?" Polman asked with great surprise.

“Of course it’s me! Tell me, what’s been happening in the underworld lately? Why are all the lords expanding their power?” Zhang Cheng asked directly.

Polman hesitated visibly for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "This is an order from the Joint Council of the Supreme Council. According to the information we've gathered, Hell destroyed Heaven in a war, which has made speakers and members of councils around the world very nervous, so they are all starting to prepare for a possible war."

"War? I see." Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtfully, instantly realizing that he was the mastermind behind it all...

Chapter 0955 Changing the Plan

“Master, right now, the entire North American underworld is frantically recruiting people to expand their power. Shouldn’t we take action too?” Seeing that there was no response from the other end of the phone for a long time, Polman immediately suggested cautiously.

As someone who is not particularly strong and has only achieved his current position through his clever mind and operational skills, he is filled with fear and apprehension about war.

no way!

Even ordinary hellish demons are formidable enemies to him, let alone an endless army of demons.

If he had no other choice, he would have absolutely chosen to run away instead of preparing for a possible war.

Zhang Cheng was clearly well aware of Polman's timid nature, and chuckled as he reassured him, "Relax, there's no need to be so tense. This war isn't going to break out anytime soon. Also, remember not to tell anyone else that I contacted you."

"understand!"

"If there's nothing else important, I'll hang up now."

"Okay. I'll call you as soon as anything happens here in New York."

……

With a beep, the call was immediately dropped.

Looking at the now-blacked-out electronic screen, Zhang Cheng's lips curled into a slight smile. He muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Interesting! I didn't expect that conquering Hell and Heaven would actually trigger panic and vigilance from the Supreme Council. Perhaps... I can slightly alter the plan and try to lure in an alien civilization to invade Earth, and see how those sleeping gods react."

"Are you sure you want to open a portal to other worlds on Earth?" The Supreme Authority, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.

Thanks to the liquid star core and surging arcane energy it absorbed during the process of seizing the Titan's World Soul of Azeroth, it has been elevated from an ordinary artifact to a powerful artifact worthy of the strongest Titan.

Even someone with no magical talent could unleash astonishing magic capable of destroying a city in an instant if they held it.

"Why not?" Zhang Cheng countered meaningfully. "According to records in Hell, they have invaded many worlds, and many of these places still retain trans-dimensional coordinates. As long as we build a few Dark Portals and provide a steady stream of fel energy, it would be easy to attract those aggressive magical races. Think about it, given the fragility of Earth's civilization, how long could those governments established by ordinary people last?"

"You intend to destroy humanity?" The supreme authority's tone revealed a hint of surprise.

"No! Not destruction! But reform! I will launch a revolution to overthrow the entire order of this world, plunging it into boundless chaos, and then reshape it in my own way. Imagine how a woman who claims to be the creator would react if she knew that all her hard work had been destroyed?"

As he said this, Zhang Cheng's eyes gleamed with a mocking light.

The Creator?

If even the world they created is completely unrecognizable, then what right or face does the other party have to call themselves the creator?

"Ah! I see! You want to provoke her and see how she reacts after witnessing the collapse of the world she created. I must say, it's a very good strategy. It's like smashing someone's most beloved creation or toy right in front of them. Any emotionally normal being would be angry," the Supreme Authority analyzed with sudden realization.

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly and added, "That's not all! You know what? I've always been puzzled by the strange magical energy on this planet, and I can't sense the pulse deep within its core. Perhaps the answer I've been searching for is hidden there. So don't rush things. Let's first test those slumbering gods to see if they've truly lost their senses of the outside world. Or perhaps their slumber is a means to deceive mortals, a way for them to plot something in the shadows."

The Supreme Authority: "Time is now your friend! As an immortal Titan, you will live on until the end of the universe, even when the flames of stars are extinguished."

“Yes! Time is my friend now. Alright, enough chit-chat. Let’s go see some old friends and tell them that the time is ripe for a revolution. It’s time to overthrow the North American Supreme Council and establish a completely new system.” Zhang Cheng said, casually opening a portal.

"War! Slaughter! Destruction! Death! You are becoming more and more like the Dark Titan Sargeras!" the Supreme Authority exclaimed.

“Sargeras? Don’t compare me to that idiot! Although his power is considerable, he lacks the intelligence to match it. I admit, he is a brave and fearless warrior, as well as a ruthless destroyer. But when it comes to scheming and plotting, he is not even as good as the weakest dreadlord under his command.”

……

Ten hours later, in a private room of a run-down restaurant on the outskirts of Chicago, Zhang Cheng, while eating a mediocre steak, smiled and said to several old men who had traveled from all over the United States: "Gentlemen, I have two pieces of good news to share with you. The first is that the Supreme Council's expansion of power this time is not to deal with you, but to deal with the hellish demons who just destroyed Heaven. The second is even more exciting. Remember the revolution I told you about before? Now the time is ripe."

"What?!" Igor jumped up from his chair, his eyes flashing with blood-red light.

"I'm saying, the time for revolution has come. I'm sure you've all noticed, in the last two months, there have been a lot of cases across the United States of people suddenly awakening superpowers. This is not a coincidence, but an opportunity, an opportunity to end the underground world's ruling structure, and also an opportunity to change the fate of all mankind." Zhang Cheng, as always, was adept at using lies and deception to achieve his goals.

As for allies...

In his eyes, it's like toilet paper; once used, it should naturally be thrown into the toilet and flushed away.

Only a dead ally is a good ally!

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to feel guilty about betraying allies.

"You mean... there will be more and more people with special abilities appearing in the future? Maybe even covering all of humanity?" Eagle keenly grasped the key point.

"All of humanity is a bit of an exaggeration, but it's still 70-80% possible. My dear friends, the key to the future is already in our hands, so what are you still afraid of? As long as we work together and wait for the Supreme Council and the demons of hell to weaken each other, we can immediately seize the opportunity and sprinkle the first handful of soil to bury the corrupt rule of the underworld."

Chapter 0956 Invasion