Chapter 9: A One-Billion Game Promotion Budget Fang Qingzhou gasped violently and bolted upright, cold sweat instantly drenching his back. Then he saw the familiar executive chair, the office of his failing game company, and the neon lights of this parallel city glowing outside the window. He was back. He looked down at his body. He was still wearing the same clothes, completely undamaged, but he checked himself all over just in case. No gruesome bite marks, no claw wounds deep to the bone.…