"I acquired miHoYo?"
Hokuto rubbed his temples, his face full of shock and disbelief.
After waking up, he—once a game designer full of ambition—found his mind inexplicably flooded with a massive amount of foreign memories.
He realized that he had probably transmigrated.
This world was generally similar to the one he came from, but with a few notable differences.
For example, in this world, the Flowering Nation stood undisputed as the number one superpower, leading in all aspects.
However, the gaming industry here was extremely underdeveloped, with repetitive mechanics and severely lacking in entertainment value.
And he—he had spent all his savings and even took out a loan to acquire miHoYo, a game studio consisting entirely of women and on the brink of disbandment.
As for why he was willing to go bankrupt to buy miHoYo…
Apparently, it was because he liked the girls in miHoYo?! Wanted to help them achieve their dreams?
"Has courting girls really gotten this expensive nowadays?"
Hokuto couldn't help but roast his past self.
Maybe it was due to receiving such a huge chunk of memories all at once, but right now he could barely recall what the girls of miHoYo even looked like. All he remembered was that his former self had been stunned speechless just from seeing their photos.
That's right—just from seeing photos, without ever meeting them in person, his past self had decided to invest everything into miHoYo.
Just thinking about how impulsive and reckless that decision was gave him a massive headache.
"Ten million! That was ten million! And because of that, I'm currently in debt to the bank for eight million."
"My life was supposed to be financially free, and now I've suddenly become a man buried in debt."
"The worst part is, after simping so hard, the girls from miHoYo might not even acknowledge me. They probably think I'm just some rich idiot begging to be scammed."
Hokuto winced in pain. He didn't get it! What's so great about real-life women anyway? Could they possibly outshine waifus from anime and games?
Durandal was perfection… Elysia was the one and only queen of the universe.
"Thankfully, thankfully, I still have the knowledge of another world..."
Honkai Impact 3rd, Genshin Impact, Sekiro, Resident Evil... if I can recreate even one of them—
That said, Hokuto didn't let himself get too optimistic. After all, game development wasn't exactly easy.
[Ding~ Game Development System successfully bound!]
A crisp, loli-like voice suddenly echoed in Hokuto's mind.
His eyes froze, staring blankly at the translucent letters floating in front of him for a long moment before it finally registered—
His cheat system had arrived!
He had been so distracted by his past self's clown behavior that he almost forgot the most important part.
He was a transmigrator.
How could a transmigrator not have a cheat system?
"System, what can you do?" Hokuto asked.
[This system will provide the host with all kinds of exceptional games from your previous world, aiding you in becoming a global gaming giant!]
A global gaming giant?
Excitement surged through Hokuto's chest.
With a system like this, he might actually make it!
By then, what was a measly eight million? Pocket change.
[Ding! As this is your first system binding, you've earned a free game draw. Would you like to draw now?]
"Draw! Do it now!"
As soon as he spoke, countless game icons from his previous life appeared in front of him and began spinning wildly.
Buzz!!
[Congratulations! You have drawn the game: Honkai Impact 3rd!]
[Ding! Mission issued: Achieve ten million registered users for Honkai Impact 3rd!]
Chimes range out in quick succession.
And immediately after that—
All the data related to Honkai Impact 3rd—the stats, level designs, character concepts—rushed into Hokuto's mind.
He was instantly thrilled.
In his previous life, he had been a loyal fan of this game and had spent a small fortune on his waifus.
He knew all too well just how strong this game's money-making potential was.
In this barren wasteland of a gaming industry, completing the system's mission didn't seem all that difficult to him.
"Starting with a royal flush... how am I supposed to lose?"
Hokuto was fired up, opening his laptop eagerly and using the system-provided data to draft a simple game planning document.
That exhilarating, silky-smooth flow of creativity—almost as good as having his Honkai waifus come to life in reality.
After he was done—
"Right, I'm supposed to visit miHoYo tomorrow."
Looking at the rough draft on his computer screen, Hokuto suddenly remembered his schedule for the next day.
It was time to take over miHoYo.
A game studio full of beautiful women…
Damn!
It screamed "unreliable" from every angle.
Hokuto, whose only goal was to make money, pay off his debts, and eventually retire comfortably, felt deeply annoyed by the miHoYo of this world.
Beauty meant nothing to him—empty clouds!
…
South City's CBD was the commercial heart of the entire metropolis, filled with high-end office buildings.
This was where the renowned miHoYo Studio was located.
To be clear, miHoYo wasn't famous because of its impressive titles—it was famous for being packed with beautiful women.
So many men had tried to weasel their way in that it became a meme.
But as of today, the number of male employees at miHoYo remained precisely zero.
Until now.
Today, miHoYo was about to welcome its very first male employee!
Hokuto stepped out of the cab, holding his portable MacBook and wearing a look of existential doubt.
He rubbed his eyes and mourned for his poisoned visual cortex with a brief moment of silence, before exclaiming in awe:
"miHoYo's staff really are a bunch of goddamn geniuses!"
Well, it was his company now, so Hokuto's first step was naturally to understand it.
So he dove into all the games miHoYo had produced.
At first, it wasn't bad.
The games were smooth and responsive—the programmers clearly had solid skills. Points for that.
But the deeper he played, the more conflicted he felt inside.
Aside from the first title, Absurd Hero's Grand Adventure , which was decent, the rest of miHoYo's catalog was hard to praise.
Even though the controls were leagues ahead of most other games on the market, it couldn't mask the painfully dull and sleep-inducing gameplay.
The writing? God, the writing...
It was as if the story writer had the brainpower of a paramecium.
Stories that made no sense, characters with the depth of a kiddie pool—he couldn't fathom what the writer was thinking.
How could this kind of content attract any players?
Worse still, for reasons unknown, miHoYo had poured massive funding into these dumpster fires—top-tier character illustrations, beautifully polished models, the works.
Clearly a money-burning operation.
In the end, they bankrupted themselves. Just... played themselves to death.
But if they stuck to small pixel-style games like that first one, with low investment and high return, maybe this world's miHoYo still had hope.
"The problem isn't too bad. At least their technical foundation is solid."
With that, Hokuto clutched his laptop, pressed the elevator button, and stepped into the empty lift.
"As for that scriptwriter dragging everyone down, maybe I should consider firing her."
"Hmph, miHoYo doesn't support freeloading paramecia."
Meanwhile, on the sixth floor—miHoYo Studio.
If Hokuto were here, he'd be shocked.
Every girl in the room was someone he knew like the back of his hand.
He had once led them through countless battles—fought alongside them time and again.
Kiana, bursting with energy, was the game's lead writer.
Bronya, expressionless and reserved, was the sole programmer.
Mei, with her elegant aura and long black hair, was in charge of visual design.
Himeko, with a voluptuous figure and dyed red hair, was the creative director.
And then there were Fu Hua and Rita, the latter dressed as an office secretary…