Chapter Fifty: Chen Whirlwind and Jin Xiong Reveal Themselves

“My eyes are spinning from staring at the screen—should I just end the stream here today? Take a break before logging in again,” Huang Yunshuo asked his viewers for their opinion.

“You dare?!”

“End your ass! Keep going, we’re just getting to the good part!”

“Are you joking? I’ve been waiting all this time for the Carrot Big Stick!”

A barrage of complaints flooded the chat. The audience was genuinely anxious, afraid this capricious, thick-headed streamer would really just walk off.

Seeing the deluge of frantic messages, Huang Yunshuo could only surrender. “Alright, here’s what we’ll do: I’ll draw two Carrot Big Sticks, still from the Meteor draws.”

“You brats know the Big Stick is going for 300,000 credits on the black market. I’m giving two away for free. Just a tap of your finger and, with some luck, you could snag one with just a few dozen Meteors.”

“Whether you sell it or keep it for yourself—either way, it’s cash or status. Isn’t that a sweet deal?”

“Stop rambling, get on with it!”

“I thought you’d draw all eleven Carrot Big Sticks from the Meteors… This is more like it.”

“What about the rest of the sticks?”

“What’s the deal with that broken, battered Novice Iron Sword? Is there going to be a live auction?”

Questions poured in from the players.

“Enough talk, start spamming Meteors. I’ll count down from ten—no, I’ll get someone else to do it,” Huang Yunshuo said, pulling over Chen Juanfeng, who was always eager for drama.

“Let this guy who looks as dumb as a post do the countdown. When he hits zero, I’ll take a screenshot—one for each round, two rounds total.”

Chen Juanfeng, caught completely off guard, was dragged in front of the camera, his face draining of color.

After all, the stream had more than 200,000 viewers. The popularity of drz02825 had soared, with most of those who came earlier for the Duke’s Treasure Chest sticking around, plus new viewers attracted by the yacht and the show. The number was now pushing 300,000.

“I can’t, I can’t—don’t pick me!” Chen Juanfeng panicked. Though he was usually sly and cheeky, his skin was nowhere near as thick as Huang Yunshuo’s.

He liked Huang Yunshuo’s streaming style as a viewer, but to be in the hot seat himself? That was a disaster. The embarrassment was overwhelming.

“What are you scared of? Just count down from ten,” Huang Yunshuo grumbled. He was disappointed—turns out this supposedly bold friend couldn’t even handle showing his face to a live audience. What future did he have?

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. No wonder you’re friends—he’s as goofy-looking as you are.”

“This guy doesn’t look trustworthy. See how his cross-eyed stare keeps darting around?”

“If this dude ever gets a girlfriend, I’ll livestream myself eating shit.”

Huang Yunshuo burst out laughing at the scrolling comments. Clearly, he needed to drag his friends on camera more often—the chat reactions were too entertaining.

Beside him, Song Na’s face turned green at the “livestream eating shit” comment, as if she’d just taken a critical hit to the heart.

“Ten!” Chen Juanfeng had no choice but to begin the countdown.

But the audience seemed unimpressed. Nearly 300,000 people, and not one Meteor appeared in the chat. Instead, a few viewers sent “Weak Chicken” emojis, the sarcasm unmistakable.

“What the hell, this is blatant disrespect,” Chen Juanfeng muttered, cursing Huang Yunshuo inwardly.

“Nine.” He kept counting down. Finally, at five, the viewers seemed to coordinate, sprinkling in Meteors.

“Three!” Meteor animations flooded the stream, almost obscuring Chen Juanfeng’s face.

“Zero!”

A cascade of Meteors, dazzling beyond description, swept from the top left to the bottom right of the screen. The light from the energy tablets was so intense that viewers squinted and moved their tablets aside.

Huang Yunshuo grabbed the tablet from Chen Juanfeng and snapped a screenshot. “Stop, that’s enough! Save them for the next round.”

The Meteors dwindled by the second, and within ten seconds, they’d stopped completely.

Huang Yunshuo was a bit put out. “Weird. Aren’t you all usually itching to go against me? Why so cooperative today? Looks like you’ve finally been won over by my charm.”

The chat responded with rows of vomiting and fainting emojis.

“Six Walnuts sent 93 Meteors to the streamer.”

“Six Walnuts? Sounds like an insult to me,” he mumbled, then sent the Carrot Big Stick to Six Walnuts. Spotting Jin Xiong trying to sneak away, he shoved the tablet into his hands. “Let this idiot do the countdown.”

Jin Xiong’s face turned green. Compared to Chen Juanfeng’s bashful antics, he was on a whole other level. If Chen Juanfeng was pale with fear facing the audience, Jin Xiong could only imagine his own terror.

“Come on, start counting,” Huang Yunshuo urged, exasperated. This guy had been in battles—well, allegedly—but a livestream scared him witless.

Ye Piaoxue warned, “Don’t you dare give me that tablet. I’m not interested in counting down.”

“Me neither. Don’t drag us girls into this!” Song Na added quickly. Watching the stream definitely had its price; Huang Yunshuo was always shoving the tablet at someone, and their nerves couldn’t take being thrown to the 300,000-strong audience.

“Such cowards. Count down, Jin Xiong.” Rolling his eyes, Huang Yunshuo prompted him again. Jin Xiong, coming to his senses, cleared his throat and began counting down.

The viewers were still uncooperative. This time, Jin Xiong had to count down to three before the Meteors started.

“Damn these bastards, are they doing this on purpose?” Jin Xiong broke out in a cold sweat. Seven whole numbers and no one sent a Meteor—he thought he’d ruined the stream.

“Luminous Nightlight sent one Meteor to the streamer.”

After the screenshot, Huang Yunshuo sensed something was off. He stared at the lucky viewer’s ID for a long time, then exclaimed, “Do any of you recognize this ID?”

“It’s a girl!”

“Why are there so many girls in this dumb streamer’s chat, and all with such pretty usernames?”

“That’s the top-ranked player on the Bloodshed Leaderboard—it must be her, unless it’s a duplicate!”

“The one who broke the Datang Mist Guild’s spirit? That legendary beauty?”

“Word is she’s still in the Novice Village, camping there and slaughtering people. Her kill count on the Blacklist is over 1,000.”

“Poor guild—if they have a hundred people in the village, that averages ten deaths each, not counting her hundreds of White List kills.”

“Well, what do you expect? Her White List kills say it all. Datang Mist is the type of trash guild that can’t keep their hands or mouths to themselves.”

“True. I’ve fought Datang Mist with my old guild before—bunch of scumbags.”

The crowd’s attention shifted instantly to Luminous Nightlight.

Huang Yunshuo, now mailing out the Carrot Big Stick, compared the user’s profile and avatar to the leaderboard—turns out, it really was the same person.

“This is incredible! What would bring her to my stream?” He was thoroughly baffled, but also a little smug.

With a kill count in the thousands, Luminous Nightlight was likely even tougher than he was. After all, it wasn’t until he geared up with a rocket launcher that he could really rack up kills, and even then, it was never easy to kill other players—let alone amass over a thousand in a single night.

Utterly bloodthirsty, brutal, and peerless!