Chapter Twelve: A Silence Package for You

“Hahaha, I’ve muted him!” Huang Yunshuo boasted with smug satisfaction.

The audience was collectively baffled, unable to comprehend what on earth there was to be so proud of. The guy had just gifted you a yacht! Even if you weren’t under contract and only got forty percent, that’s still over five hundred credits—enough for two good meals at a decent restaurant. After all, you’ve already been insulted into a stupor by us; can’t you at least let the guy who sent the gift insult you too?

The remaining viewers, those who hadn’t been kicked out, continued hurling abuse.

Huang Yunshuo smiled cheerily and nodded at everyone. “Wait five minutes, let’s see if any idiots come in to send gifts just to avoid being kicked, hahaha!”

In the corner, Daddy—now silenced—almost coughed up blood in frustration. Yet, no matter how upset he felt, he refused to leave the streaming room. After all, he too was curious: in these next few minutes, would the high-level viewers who’d been booted earlier come back to send gifts and retaliate against the idiot streamer?

There had to be someone! He couldn’t be the only one treated like a fool. Daddy prayed earnestly in his heart. Even though this cheap idiot of a streamer made him furious, pride trumped all else; he couldn’t care about anything else right now.

“You’re an uncivilized bastard!” A viewer with an ID that seemed to belong to a girl finally couldn’t hold back and cursed as well. Huang Yunshuo felt a bit awkward—it seemed he’d truly stirred up everyone’s anger.

“Too much of anything backfires. I can’t keep provoking these viewers; it’s time to show some real content.”

So, under everyone’s gaze, the so-called idiot streamer stopped bickering and instead opened his photon tablet, logging into his “Reforged Era” account.

“Of course his character’s name is Idiot, ha… Wait, what the—level three?!”

“This troll must be cheating. How is he already level three?”

“What’s that stuff his character is wearing? A hat, a pair of greaves, and a newbie wooden club from the general store for thirty copper coins?”

As soon as Huang Yunshuo’s character appeared on the stream, the torrent of curses in the chat abruptly ceased. Coincidentally, at that very moment, the countdown for the yacht gift chest reached zero. The viewers snapped to attention and began frantically claiming the gift boxes.

The yacht gift chests could be opened for free meteor gifts.

On the StarStream platform, streamers could receive three types of gifts.

First were the free gifts: these included daily login rewards, all items from airplane gift chests, and some items from rocket gift chests. When viewers sent these, they’d gain account experience, but because the gifts were free, the streamer earned nothing from them.

Of course, even free gifts were highly sought after by streamers, as receiving them meant people were supporting you. Since the ways to get free gifts were limited, their number was actually the truest measure of a streamer’s real popularity. If you got lots of free gifts, your stream was genuinely lively; if you only raked in paid gifts, there was no prestige, because it was clear your stream was propped up by a few wealthy backers.

Paid gifts, of course, needed no explanation—they were purchased with credits converted into StarCoins, and included yachts, rockets, planes, and other valuable items. These gifts counted toward the streamer’s earnings, subject to platform contracts and revenue splits.

Finally, there were the special gifts: dust from rocket gift packs and meteors from yacht gift packs. These were tracked separately as a data point called streamer weight. Only meteors and dust increased a streamer’s weight, and the heavier the streamer, the higher they ranked. This was the ultimate symbol of a streamer’s prestige.

So, whether big or small, all streamers coveted meteors and dust. Some small streamers would even rather forgo paid gifts and instead beg their fans for meteors and dust.

Although this was Huang Yunshuo’s first time streaming, he understood this logic well, and he definitely wanted to get this batch of meteors.

“Brothers,”

Huang Yunshuo stopped fiddling with the character interface, looked bashful yet polite, and said, “Please, would you send me your meteors? The streamer loves you, mwah!”

A stifled giggle sounded from behind him, making Huang Yunshuo jump and whip around. Unbeknownst to him, Ye Piaoxue had come up to the viewing platform and was now seated on the sofa, her long legs pressed together and bent to the side, a delicate hand covering her mouth as she tried—and failed—to suppress her laughter.

“When did she get here?” Huang Yunshuo’s expression darkened. The embarrassment was almost unbearable.

But in such moments, the thicker your skin, the better. If he didn’t wrap up the stream soon, Jin Xiong and the others might log off, and that would be a disaster.

He quickly turned back to the stream—only to see two massive yachts on the screen.

Platform announcement: “Cool and Clear Wise Guy has sent a yacht in Idiot’s stream! Hurry and claim your gifts!”

Platform announcement: “Poetry and Song Butterfly has sent a yacht in Idiot’s stream! Hurry and claim your gifts!”

The chat instantly devolved into chaos.

More than two thousand viewers continued to curse Huang Yunshuo’s shamelessness. Just moments ago, he’d been kicking viewers left and right, even muting someone who gifted him a yacht. And now, he was acting cute and pitiful, asking everyone to send him the meteors they’d just claimed?

Was this bastard dreaming with his eyes open?

“Idiot streamer, go to hell!”

“I’d rather send my meteor to a streamer who’s blocked me than give it to you!”

“The hardest thing in this world is for an idiot to trick a meteor out of me.”

And then, a torrent of viewers surged in to snatch gifts.

Cool and Clear Wise Guy: “Idiot, you son of a—dare you kick me out again, you bastard!”

Poetry and Song Butterfly: “What’s wrong with you? Why did you kick me?”

Amid the barrage of welcome messages, chatter filled the chat.

“Don’t get cocky, Wise Guy! Someone else got kicked, came back, sent a yacht, bragged a bit, and the idiot streamer muted him too!”

“Quick, call him daddy! Yell ‘Daddy Idiot’ and maybe he won’t mute you!”

“Is Poetry and Song Butterfly a girl? Mwah, mwah!”

Cool and Clear Wise Guy: “Damn it, is there any justice in this world? I sent a yacht and he still dares mute me?!”

Fool: “There’s justice, but not much intelligence. Why else would the streamer be called Idiot?”

“You know, that actually makes sense,” replied Cool and Clear Wise Guy, adding a helpless emoji.

“Screw it, equal treatment for all—muting both of you idiots too!”

Dizzy from watching the chat scroll by at lightning speed, Huang Yunshuo didn’t hesitate—he muted both Cool and Clear Wise Guy and Poetry and Song Butterfly for three hours each.

“Once I grab my meteors, I’m out. Stay another second and I’m a dog!”

“No matter how the streamer jumps around, once I get my meteors, I’m gone!”

“Meteor army’s eyesight sucks—can’t even see the ‘Follow’ button!”

“Damn, the streamer just muted both yacht senders?”

“666.”

“This streamer’s name is explosive, and his actions are even more so—I like impulsive young people like this!”

“I’m truly shocked—never seen someone mute a gift sender before, especially not someone who sent a yacht. I’ve definitely learned something new today.”