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After being transformed into a sacrifice to the world of Cthulhu Cultivation, Lin Wei saw the pop-up window before the bone blade fell: [Fear collection rate 5.2%... Comprehensive evaluation: F-level garbage activity] - As a former top marketing director, she couldn't bear it. When the evil god needed emotional incense, and when the monk struggled to survive the bottleneck for thousands of years, she airborne with a complete set of modern private domain traffic play methods. Optimizing the bloody sacrifice into a "Gratitude Feedback Promotion", the data soared by 950%; customizing a "precise fear package" for the gloomy and yandere young master of the Palace of Fear, making him extremely efficient but quietly relying on her; turning the ruthless emperor's sanity value on the verge of alienation into his most proud "user retention case". Later, the whispers of the Great Old Ones enveloped the world, and all living beings trembled. But she spread out the PPT and showed the last page to the indescribable thing: "According to the portrait, what you need is not destruction, but a monopoly partner in the emotional track - think about it, let me help you put 'humanity' on the market?" Operations Director# #four big guys are all ups and downs in my transformation funnel#

When the Annihilator fleet hung in the sky, when human civilization entered the final three-minute countdown - Chen Mo opened the live broadcast room on the ruins. He has no weapons, only a tortoise shell engraved with oracle bones left by his father. Faced with artillery fire that could format the planet, he did something that the entire universe could not understand: he began to recite a poem from three thousand years ago. Miracle, bursting at the first syllable. The Chinese characters soared into the sky and turned into a barrier. The rhythm of ancient poetry has become the most indestructible shield of civilization in the universe. What's even more shocking is what follows: the cold-blooded Zerg Queen ceased fire for this reason, and the mechanical civilization's system was overloaded because of the word "homesickness"-they all suffered from "emotional deficit disorder", and the vast cultural heritage of mankind became the only antidote in the universe. But this is just the beginning. Chen Mo soon discovered that the [Civilization Heritage System] bound to him had even more amazing logic: reviving the mortise and tenon joint to unlock space construction technology; interpreting the "Book of Changes" to deduce a quantum computing model; and even practicing a set of Tai Chi could allow alien civilizations to discover new forms of energy. From the "New Chang'an" in ruins to the "Confucius Institute" in the interstellar world; from using "Thirty-Six Stratagems" to counter-kill the Reapers, to using "The Tao Te Ching" to quell dimensional wars - this is a civilizational expedition spanning a thousand years. Five thousand years of accumulation is our toughest science fiction setting. This time, we are not escaping from the earth, but letting the entire universe speak the language of China. Open this book and witness how a soul who chooses to recite poetry instead of crying in a desperate situation can ignite the cold galaxy with the spark of culture.