Chapter Seventeen: Does Someone at Level 13 Deserve to Become a Knight?

"Hidden class, holy crap!"

A mix of astonishment and envy swept over the group, leaving them stunned for a long while. Generally speaking, the earlier it is in the game, the harder it is to obtain a hidden class, but once acquired, its potential is much greater.

In Glacial Glory, the difficulty was average, and Huang Yunshuo only got his hidden class long after the server opened. In Reforged Era, the difficulty was much higher; to get a hidden class on the very first day of launch was nearly unimaginable.

"I still have over a hundred copper coins. Once we're online, I'll mail them to Sister Yin. You can distribute them to everyone according to their needs," Huang Yunshuo said.

The Second World was far more than just a game. It wasn't simply a way to pass the time—it had profound effects on reality, influencing wealth, status, power, and even citizenship rights.

Take money, for example. The Mirror had drifted alone in the starry void for years with no source of income. Without the credits everyone earned from Glacial Glory, the Mirror would have lost critical support—technology, information, and more—from the major mother ships.

Their current technology would have fallen behind by generations, and they might have already perished at the hands of the Kong Sang. So the strength of his companions on board mattered greatly to Huang Yunshuo.

"Alright, once Big Huang gets going at the new server, life will be so much easier for us!" Yu Shiyin couldn't help but laugh, and everyone was in high spirits.

"Big Huang, are you streaming again after dinner?" Chen Whirlwind asked, itching with curiosity. This guy berated his viewers mercilessly in his stream and still managed to rake in so many gifts—Chen Whirlwind had to admit he was impressed.

What other streamer would dare copy Huang Yunshuo? Just a little trash talk toward the viewers, and with bad luck, the streaming platform might ban you outright.

Huang Yunshuo felt a little tense. "I'm sure a bunch of idiots have reported me. Who knows if my channel is still up?"

He quickly finished his meal. They all lounged on the observation deck to rest. Huang Yunshuo steeled himself—since everyone had already seen his stream, he might as well throw away his shame and log back in.

"Good, good, no ban, no warning," Huang Yunshuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Casually, he changed his stream title to "You’re All Idiots, You Know That?" and waited for viewers to enter.

Welcome, Silver Fan lv29, Daddy, to the stream.
Welcome, "Knight Noble" lv13, That Year, That Night, That Sea, to the stream.
Welcome, lv0, The President’s Pushover, to the stream.

"****, you **!"

Without a word, Daddy launched a string of expletives, all censored.

"Moron, shut up."

Huang Yunshuo sneered coldly. Considering there were only three hours of gameplay left before bedtime and the next stream would be at noon tomorrow, he promptly muted Daddy for ten hours.

The President’s Pushover: "...Isn’t he your Silver Fan? Gave over a thousand credits in gifts this month and you mute him?"

Huang Yunshuo glanced at Pushover’s level. "Impressive, level zero?"

There were plenty of level one accounts on the Starstreaming platform, but level zero was rare. Level zero meant the viewer skipped the platform tutorial upon registration, didn’t follow or enter any recommended streams. In other words, Huang Yunshuo’s was the very first stream The President’s Pushover had ever watched.

"Your first time, and it’s with me?"

Huang Yunshuo instantly dropped any thought of punishing Pushover and grinned. "Because he’s a jerk. You think his motivation for gifting is pure?"

Pushover was utterly baffled. If you think the gifting is malicious, what are you, a female streamer?

Out of nowhere, Cool Guy Dog sneered, "It’s because this bastard kicked him out, so Daddy sent a yacht just to avoid getting booted."

The President’s Pushover: "Thumbs up (emoji)."

"When did you get in, idiot?"

Huang Yunshuo noticed the flood of entry notifications but hadn’t seen Cool Guy Dog’s name.

"I was AFK before, none of your business," Dog snapped.

"Very good, your behavior is exactly as idiotic as the rest of this stream’s audience."

Huang Yunshuo smiled, then nonchalantly kicked out the innocent That Year, That Night, That Sea.

The influx of viewers exploded.

"What the hell’s wrong with you, kicking people out for no reason?" a viewer shouted.

"Are you an idiot? Level 13 and you open Knight Noble?"

Huang Yunshuo replied matter-of-factly. Knight was the lowest noble rank, but still required a one-time recharge of 1000 credits. Usually, only level 20+ viewers unlocked it; level 13 was a rare sight.

"Unbelievable, you’re brain-dead!"

"Streamer, I’m off to bed. Give me a 10-hour mute package, thanks!"

It was lv1 Cute Little Meng, who’d been here before.

"No need to thank me. Happy to oblige." Huang Yunshuo smiled and muted them for 10 hours.

"Streamer, give me a 1-minute mute!"

Someone followed suit, and Huang Yunshuo immediately threw out a 30-day mute package instead.

"Damn you!"

Viewers facepalmed. Not only was this streamer an idiot, he was infuriatingly unpredictable. That poor soul asking for a minute mute was probably sobbing in the bathroom right now.

"Hahaha, more idiots keep pouring in." Huang Yunshuo watched the rising view count with a grin. He had over six thousand followers, but his live viewership was already up to seven thousand.

That meant even if all his followers joined, over a thousand newcomers were also watching.

"I spent too much time eating, so let’s get this over with quickly."

Eager to get online and seek revenge, Huang Yunshuo wasted no time logging into his Reforged Era account.

"Level five?!!"

"What the hell?!"

"Holy crap, I just barely rushed to level two, and I’m already a legend in my village—and he’s level five?"

"Look at his gear—almost a full set!"

"Weapon, helmet, shoulder guards, armor, leggings, boots, cloak—just needs gloves to complete the set."

"I get the other gear, but how did he get a cloak, that rarest of items?"

"Three hours ago he was level three, and even handed out three bottles of micro-spray. Now he’s level five?"

"Reforged hacks! Report this moron. If that gear is legit, I’ll eat my keyboard live."

"Is he going to give away more stuff?"

The chat exploded.

Of the seven thousand viewers, more than half were furiously spamming the screen, venting their shock and disbelief.

As the barrage of comments grew exponentially, the activity in drz02825’s stream soared, pushing it further up the platform’s rankings, already on par with streams hosting forty or fifty thousand viewers.

With that, the audience grew again—within two minutes, another thousand viewers joined, pushing the count to eight thousand.

"Idiots, admit defeat yet?" Huang Yunshuo asked coolly, watching the screen.

"Defeat your ass!"

"Get lost, idiot streamer!"

"Moron, you think you’re better than me?"

Huang Yunshuo was like a powder keg; the moment he spoke, the chat erupted again, splitting evenly between game discussion and cursing him out.