Indeed, a senior game software design lead at a world-class game company, recently promoted to vice president, is no ordinary person. Although Huang identified that particular "bug" in the software—initially unable to crack it—he didn't lose heart. He recalled the scene when he first joined Electronic Arts in the U.S.: his supervisor, Peter, had given him a stack of thick Chinese documents, demanding that he translate all of them into English within just one night. Using a universal software tool for password cracking, Huang tried it out, only to find the software displaying a pop-up box: "Please enter the decryption password! (Hint: It's an English sentence!)" Huang had no idea what kind of password this was. He entered a long sequence of possible combinations, but nothing worked. The system kept showing, "Your entered password is incorrect!" and then, with a final line of text that tightened Huang's heart: "You have only one more chance to enter your password!" TMD—what a mess! Was the old guard truly defeated? No way! I have to win! I absolutely must crack it! At this moment, the score was 10 to 13. Daidong still held up two flags, shouting vigorously, "Brighten, go! I believe you're the best!" With her fingers swiftly tracing the air, she moved so quickly that no one could understand her. Yet our Brighten, with his Spirit-Eye clearly focused, mentally replayed the scene in slow motion, silently composing an English sentence: "I would like to be a deity!" "Be a deity! Yes! Though I am already the God of Light in the universe, Old Zai must become a deity in every aspect—King of Games, God of Games! As long as I wish it, as long as I strive, I am a deity!" Brighten stood with confidence and determination, and Daidong was instantly re-energized. Her passion surged, and she quickly entered the English sentence into the password box. Brighten felt both confident and courageous. In the game, Daimona's highlight shone with a radiant glory, like the sun itself radiating brilliance. Once the password was entered, a true miracle unfolded. Peter's Volkswagen software was breached, and his authority to arbitrarily alter game rules was instantly terminated. Yet at this moment, Peter, full of arrogance, remained completely unaware and burst into loud, hearty laughter, exclaiming, "I am truly the king of the game—!" Before he could finish the word "king," a wave of gasps rose from the crowd: "Wow! Formula One! Formula One is shining once again—faster! Higher! Stronger!" Peter turned to the screen and observed that the car driven by Daimona in the game possessed an unmatched force and explosive momentum, suddenly launching itself from a point one kilometer behind to catch up. Peter snorted with disdain and said, "Kid! You want to catch up? Forget it!" Then, Peter's car accelerated, quickly pulling away from Daimona's. When Peter was in his prime, his reliable car software suddenly failed. Peter began altering the game rules, only to find a pop-up message: "Your permissions have been replaced by someone else!" Peter's face expressed sheer disbelief—how could it be that his Beetle software, which he had encrypted with countless passwords, had been successfully breached? After all, even a god would have found it impossible. Yet, at the crucial moment, our Houlang managed to thwart Peter's every scheme. Houlang didn't win through the usual game-rule manipulation—he chose to fight for victory with integrity and fairness. With the score now 10 to 13, Houlang realized it was time to make a bold final push. The superb car soared into the air, and everyone gasped in awe: "A flying car! A flying car! Higher! Stronger! Faster than the superb car!" Dai Mengna, in the real moment, swept her golden hair back with grace, a refined smile playing at her lips. With her delicate hands, she gently kissed the high-lit, top-performing "Supercar" displayed on the large LCD screen, exclaiming, "Go! Hurry! Overtake now!" Her three close friends in the crowd roared, "Boss is unbeatable! Long live the boss!" Some overseas Chinese spectators also joined in, and a group of beautiful American women spontaneously cheered and supported Gao Huang, shouting, "Long live the one who aspires to become a god! Unbeatable, the one who aspires to become a god!" With the enthusiastic backing from the crowd, Gao Huang gained a surge of momentum. At this moment, Peter's car had only 100 meters left to the finish line, while Gao Huang still had 300 meters to go. Covering a 200-meter gap in just five seconds—something that seemed utterly impossible to ordinary people—especially since Peter's car had already recovered from its earlier mechanical failure and was now speeding ahead with increasing momentum. He had confidently believed his victory was secured when our highlight activated a divine ability—the Energy Dragon Ball. With the Heavenly Dragon Ball energized, boundless power surged forth, accelerating the highlight's racing vehicle at a speed exceeding ordinary human capability by a factor of 2 raised to the Nth power. Under the boost of the Energy Dragon Ball, the highlight's vehicle soared through the air like a rocket, gaining momentum with every passing moment. A powerful gust of air streamed out behind the vehicle, extending far into the distance—though it was a racing game, the on-site audience clearly felt the immense force and impact of the highlight's performance. Dai Mengna couldn't help but shout out loud in front of the entire world audience, boldly declaring Hou Liang as her husband—something that deeply surprised Hou Liang. And then, even more surprising things were to come! With a soft "pop," Dai Mengna actively kissed Hou Liang on the lips, and under the thunderous applause of the crowd, Hou Liang lifted her and began to spin her. Happy and held securely in his arms, the two drew closer, gradually embracing and kissing each other in front of everyone. It was Dai Mengna who initiated the kiss—she admired and was drawn to outstanding men. Peter watched them grow close and affectionate, his eyes blazing with passion, and quietly issued a command: "Hou Liang is out! He's taken my woman!" The loyal aides, Bao Er and the Special Operations Team, began firing their guns—only to find their backs suddenly pressed against someone. Upon closer inspection, they were all strong, agile Eastern men. Though armed with knives, as soon as the knives moved, their lives were in jeopardy. Quickly, their guns were seized by these Eastern men—members of the Fenghuo Hall led by the three close friends! There were over a hundred capable and seasoned warriors, finely trained under Gao Liang's exceptional guidance. Their martial skills had become truly impressive, and at the crucial moment, they ensured that the embrace between the leader and Miss Daimeng remained undisturbed.