Chapter Seventy-Five: Sorry, I Forgot We're Still Live

He ran toward the left side of the small stone mill.

Ten little roosters spotted their target, immediately becoming excited and charging toward Huang Yunshuo.

He braced himself for a rush.

Huang Yunshuo dashed forward, instantly widening the gap between himself and the cluster of little roosters swarming around him.

The roosters gave chase from behind. Huang Yunshuo looked back and fired two shots, further increasing the distance between them, then circled the stone mill clockwise and finally stopped at the edge near the cliff.

The ten little roosters came around from behind the stone mill and continued to rush at Huang Yunshuo.

He aimed his cannon at the side of the stone mill. As the roosters enthusiastically ran onto the line perpendicular to the cliff, right at the target point, Huang Yunshuo pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The number of little roosters at the bottom of the cliff successfully increased to sixty.

“Haha, this space could probably hold more than a hundred. Once I’ve gathered enough, I’ll wipe them all out at once. Just thinking about it is thrilling.”

Looking at the furious little roosters below the cliff, flapping their wings but unable to fly up, Huang Yunshuo laughed heartily.

Morning Dew Frost and Little Soft Fox watched the entire process, finally realizing how these little troublemakers were handled.

Come to think of it, aside from him, no matter which player tried, no one could really deal with these little roosters.

The number of players waiting behind the stone mill had dwindled, but there were still two or three hundred left.

When they saw Huang Yunshuo leading a flock of little roosters around, they scattered in fright.

Luckily, Huang Yunshuo’s enmity was so strong that the roosters ignored them, sparing the crowd from being pursued.

“Seems like there aren’t that many left.”

He assessed the number of players—two or three hundred was manageable. If they went into the mine in groups, there shouldn’t be any problem.

“Fifty thousand credits each. Our team of three, then groups enter the cave one by one. Those who haven’t had their turn, don’t rush in.”

Huang Yunshuo announced, starting to accept player transfers one by one.

Soon, the first group of twenty-seven players was led into the mine by Little Soft Fox, disappearing into the vast pit.

When Little Soft Fox returned, Morning Dew Frost took the second group in.

The two women went back and forth, guiding players, while Huang Yunshuo oversaw everything. No one dared make trouble after witnessing his prowess.

Once the last player was led into the mine, Huang Yunshuo followed, waiting for the roosters to respawn while watching the lively scene in the huge pit.

This place, called Pit No. 1, now contained nearly three hundred players. Judging by the space, it could hold another three hundred, but the current state was best: crowded but not cramped, everyone able to pick their favorite spot to mine.

As they dug, players mingled and chatted with each other, creating a cheerful, harmonious atmosphere.

“The mine is now isolated from the outside. Dig at ease—log off whenever you want.”

Seeing the roosters respawn, Huang Yunshuo retreated into the mine and addressed the players, then switched to a smaller mine and logged off.

“Ahhh!”

After removing his helmet, Huang Yunshuo stretched hard, his mouth stretched so wide it wouldn’t close.

Balance—18.67 million credits!

Hahaha, I can’t help but laugh at my own success.

Even after ruthlessly spending five million credits to buy data and recommendations, his funds hadn’t decreased; instead, they’d soared by over ten million.

What more could he say? Nothing at all. Right now Huang Yunshuo just wanted to ask: Who else?

Among all the players in Reforged Era, who could match his money-making skills?

If he wished, he could organize hundreds more players to enter the mine.

But there was no need.

He only needed to earn enough. Going all out with every opportunity had never been his style—there would always be more chances to make money.

He made his way to the viewing platform, where most of the group had gathered.

A few were still playing, wearing Hurricane helmets. Yu Shiyin and Song Na held their photon tablets, smiling at him.

“What are you two smiling at?”

Huang Yunshuo was baffled.

“Did you forget something important?” Yu Shiyin asked.

“???” Huang Yunshuo’s face was full of question marks.

Song Na rolled her eyes. “Streaming. Streaming, Huang! You’re still live, did you forget? You logged off without saying goodbye, and the stream chat has been in chaos.”

“……”

Huang Yunshuo slapped his forehead, rushed over, and grabbed Song Na’s photon tablet.

Looking at the black screen beneath the stream, with waves of unreadable scrolling comments, Huang Yunshuo’s face darkened.

He remembered now.

Earlier, after finishing his PK and preparing to deal with the roosters, he hadn’t wanted his tactics revealed too quickly, so he blacked out the stream for five minutes. It would automatically restore video and audio, but he’d forgotten.

Before logging off, he ran out and drove the roosters off the cliff—everything was seen by the audience, so his attempt at concealment was pointless, leaving him looking like a fool.

Back in his room with the photon tablet in hand, Huang Yunshuo sat on the viewing platform sofa.

“It’s time for afternoon tea.”

Ye Piaoxue handed him a cup of jasmine tea. Huang Yunshuo sniffed it twice and set it down—it was a bit too hot.

“Ahem, I’m back.”

He restarted the stream and greeted the viewers.

Because the stream had just been closed, popularity dropped to zero. But with many viewers lingering, as soon as he went live, his popularity shot up to twenty-three thousand.

Follower count: thirty-eight thousand four hundred thirty-two. Evidently, his hard work mining had brought many old fans to his channel, which eased his mind.

The top hundred on the gift leaderboard were now full, with Morning Dew Frost in first place: ten assault ships, thirteen thousand one hundred forty credits, truly flaunting her wealth.

The hundredth fan’s value reached one hundred ten points (with a different standard than Starstream), so even if everyone sent only a hundred-credit plane, he’d received at least a hundred planes!

Fan value rankings went up to five hundred; even the five-hundredth viewer had sent him a six-credit gift. Unknowingly, Huang Yunshuo realized he now had a group of loyal followers.

His nose felt a bit sour.

He knew he’d acted capriciously this time. It was tough on these viewers to keep up, and he felt he owed them something special—otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to vent this feeling inside.

“We thought you’d died!”

“Damn, finally this guy is back. Did he forget he was streaming?”

“Most likely. That performance earlier couldn’t have been faked—this idiot really is something.”

“Black-hearted streamer, earned over ten million credits with a single trick. With that much money, why the hell are you still streaming?”

As soon as Huang Yunshuo resumed the broadcast, the audience was instantly energized, and the scrolling comments surged back to life.