I’m Really Not the Final Boss

Bai Ya was a programmer, one of those people the world called a natural talent. He was also widely regarded as one of the most promising developers of holographic technology in 2043.

Then Bai Ya died suddenly while working on a project.

In reality, a bolt of lightning had sent him into the holographic game he was developing. Bai Ya: "..." Speechless.

Looking at White Stone City, which had taken shape but still had plenty of flaws, Bai Ya decided to solve the problems by physical means and polish his life's work to perfection.

That project took five years. Along the way, Bai Ya went from an unregistered nobody to the biggest power behind the scenes in the city.

At last, after connecting to every available information network, Bai Ya unexpectedly obtained a computer from the modern world.

Most importantly, it could connect to the internet in the real world.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Bai Ya went online. The top trending topic was: "Bai Ya's final work, White Stone City, opens beta applications."

Bai Ya: ?

The second trending topic was: "Final boss of White Stone City revealed!"

He clicked it, puzzled. The background looked exactly like his office. Then a shot of his own back appeared, and a heavily processed, hoarse voice said:

"Make them disappear."

The comments below were already speculating about how long the boss's health bar would be.

Bai Ya: ???

Wait, I'm the mastermind boss?!

As everyone knows, once a boss's health bar appears, players can even kill a god.

He looked gravely at the beta launch date. Good, two weeks left.

How could he use those two weeks to get ahead, keep the players at arm's length, and clear himself of suspicion as the biggest mastermind boss?

The true mastermind BOSS, Bai Ya, fell into deep thought.

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- As readers suggested in the comments, a reminder: the protagonist isn't a fragile little flower. He's genuinely evil.

Here's a preview of my next story, about a sword spirit who wants to be human and a sword master who doesn't, as they venture through the cultivation world! Click my author page to read I Only Cultivated for Three Hundred Years.

There are countless cultivators in the world, and sword cultivators are especially common. They can split mountains and rivers, and taking on several opponents at once is nothing to them.

Their swords are ranked into several grades, with those that have sword spirits being the finest.

Sword spirits have different personalities, usually matching their masters. They are nourished by their master's spiritual power for thousands of years, until they finally break through a major cultivation bottleneck.

Once they break through, sword spirits are often exceptionally powerful. Each has a unique ability, and their spiritual power works seamlessly with their master's, allowing them to unleash extraordinary strength.

But because nurturing them is so difficult, in tens of thousands of years of cultivation history, only a few dozen sword spirits have ever existed.

That is common knowledge.

But Jiang Anzhu doesn't know that.

Jiang Anzhu was once a bamboo sword toy belonging to a boy in a woodcutter's family in the mortal world.

It heard the wind rustling and the boy laughing.

It felt fallen leaves brush past and raindrops strike its blade.

One day, it grew curious about the colors of the world and the boy's happiness.

So it opened its eyes and became him.

Jiang Anzhu fell into the ordinary mortal world and saw that the boy who had awakened it possessed only a faint trace of spiritual power.

Neither of them understood much, and neither cared.

They were simply glad not to be alone in the world anymore.

Later, the boy and the sword traveled the world together.

Someone asked Jiang Anzhu, "Yang Wu's talent for swordsmanship is astonishing. The Heavenly Dao has dealt him a bad hand when it comes to spiritual power, and he probably won't cultivate for more than three hundred years. Do you regret choosing him as your sword master?"

Jiang Anzhu smiled. "Then I'll only cultivate with him for three hundred years."

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