The Cult Leader of a Cyberpunk World

Also known as: "After Faking My Death, My Secret Identities Became the World's Beloved White Moons (Huh?)" "How to Be an Idealist in an Extremely Materialist World" "Our Cyberpunk World Deserves Its Own Jerusalem" "They All Joined the Faith to Bring Their Beloved White Moon Back to Life" "Sir, Times Have Changed (With a Twist)" "Mechanical Ascension? Wrong, It's Psychic Ascension!" . Xia Nian transmigrates into the full-immersion future-disaster game When the Tides Recede, bringing with her the experience of playing through it many times. She has tried countless ways to beat the game and failed countless times. The number of game characters who have died is beyond counting. The System bound to her tells her that her mission is to impersonate a god, found a secret religion, spread the faith, then beat the game and save the world. After restarting N times and dying every time, Xia Nian says, "...Why don't you bind yourself to someone else?" . The one good thing is that the game characters she created once really exist in the world she transmigrated into. They're just now no more than shadows in history books. These characters are spread across politics, business, academia, the arts, and more. Even though they are dead, they still wield enormous influence, with abundant legacies and far-reaching connections. . The System looks at Xia Nian's pile of buried secret identities. "...It's fine. The secret religion is already unscientific enough. As long as you have enough believers, I can help you revive those characters!" Xia Nian thinks it over. ...Actually, that might work. . . In a highly advanced cyberpunk world, the world as will and representation collapses before human nature, rational understanding perishes in the face of acts that transcend personal good and evil, and the cages built from tools and technology tear apart instinct and desire. . Humanity, having turned itself into an object, is numb and indifferent, but not beyond saving. Their courage is like dry kindling. It only takes a flame of faith to set it ablaze, turning every alienating force and corrosive poison to ash. And she will carry that spark into every darkness as deep as the night sky. . Then one day, people suddenly discover that the heroes who had long since become the ashes left after history's flames had burned out have awakened once more. The god has rekindled the fire of their ideals. Like stars in the night sky, they tear through the clouds, burn away the gloom, and light up the day. . (In plain terms: This is a cliched story about a max-level player who's been through the game many times, founding a secret religion, spreading secret identities everywhere, pulling strings from behind the scenes, quietly making a fortune, and successfully saving the world.) A few things to know: 1. Mastermind story with multiple secret identities. 2. The setting is my take on cyberpunk: an alternate world where the entire tech tree is devoted to cybernetic implants. 3. The female lead's secret identities include men, women, and nonhumans. 4. There is a male lead, who makes his official debut in the middle to late part of the story. The romance is a minor element. Here's a preview of my next story. Please add it to your reading list! "Mr. President Is a Black-Hearted Heartthrob" Zhang Qingran suffered bullying and oppression as a child. After struggling to grow up, she became convinced that on the climb up the ladder of power, nothing matters but reaching the top. Even if the whole journey is mired in filth, false affection, and bloodshed. She believes this, and has always acted accordingly. Until one day, all the poor souls she'd stepped on came to her, seething with resentment. They challenged her through tears, utterly heartbroken, demanding to know whether she had a heart at all, whether she cared about anything besides power. When they realized there were other wronged souls, they glared at one another, instantly forgot their hatred of her, and, furious to learn they weren't the only ones she'd deceived, fought each other to the death. Seated in the presidential office, Zhang Qingran stares blankly at the stepping stones who've come to tear each other's hair out. Oh, so they're the military-industrial tycoons, tech moguls, speakers of parliament, leading scholars, and foreign elites who fell for this bad woman's tricks... ...Oh no. What persona did I use to fool them back then? "Someone once told me that good people have heaven, while bad people have everything." "Later, I discovered that even heaven was invented by bad people to deceive the good." "Disappointed?" "No. When I realized that, I was overjoyed." Theme: Unity is strength