Chapter Eighteen: The Useless Streamer Reaches Level Five

Welcome to the livestream, "Knightly Aristocrat" Level 13, That Year, That Night, That Sea.

[That Year, That Night, That Sea has gifted the streamer a "Yacht" x1!]

A dazzling effect of a luxury yacht appeared in the chat window, its brilliant glow temporarily suppressing all other messages and causing a brief pause in the livestream room.

Platform announcement: "That Year, That Night, That Sea has sent a yacht in the Fool’s livestream room—hurry and grab the gifts, everyone!"

"I’m convinced, I’m convinced, I’m convinced!"

"I’ll be damned, I have nothing but admiration for this lousy streamer."

"Always running the same schemes, and people keep falling for it."

"I just don’t get it—why doesn’t StarStream ban a streamer like this?"

"It’s over, a huge crowd is about to flood in. Watch, those high-level viewers coming for the gifts are going to get kicked, and soon more people will be here giving out yachts."

"If I grab the yacht, I’m out. Whoever follows is a dog!"

"I won’t listen, I won’t watch, I won’t follow. As soon as I get a shooting star, I’m clicking the red X."

"Nice, nice, nice, nice, nice!"

"Holy hell! Full gear?"

"Damn, level 5 already? Who is this pro?"

It was already past eleven at night, and the audience was especially large. That single yacht from That Year, That Night, That Sea drew in seven thousand viewers within a minute!

Fifteen thousand viewers!

drz02825 was experiencing the highest peak of popularity in its history.

The crowd rushing in for shooting stars immediately filled the chat with strings of "nice" and their usual opening lines, but before they could send a few hundred messages, they were stunned by the content of the livestream.

"Those coming for shooting stars, scram if you don’t have the guts."

Huang Yunshuo sneered, placing forty-eight copper coins into the trade window. After a moment’s thought, he added three out of his five small healing sprays, each restoring fifty health, to the trade window as well.

"Is the streamer insulting viewers?"

The shooting star seekers were momentarily taken aback.

The chat then exploded into two main types of messages.

One group hurled insults at Huang Yunshuo. The other, realizing what he was up to, frantically spammed, "Give me," "Streamer, I love you," "Are you gifting these?" and similar pleas.

The latter group far outnumbered the former.

After all, compared to Huang Yunshuo’s casual banter, the forty-eight copper coins and three small healing sprays were far more enticing.

Together, that was seventy-eight copper coins!

You’d have to kill twenty-six baby chicks for that!

Just thinking about it made people’s scalps tingle. Many viewers in the room had never even managed to kill twenty-six chicks—in fact, not being killed by them twenty-six times was already an achievement. Before going out to hunt, they’d always stash their coins in the warehouse, terrified of losing them if they died.

"Knightly Aristocrat" Level 18, That Year, That Night, That Sea: "Streamer, are you selling those items? I can pay in credit points."

So, level 13 had become level 18. Yacht upgrades from level 10 to 20 were indeed fast.

The viewer who had been kicked before, only to rush back and gift a yacht to avoid being kicked again, didn’t curse him out, but instead brought up the trade. Huang Yunshuo couldn’t bring himself to banter with her.

"Idiots, look at the leaderboard in the center of your livestream interface—the daily ranking."

"Not much to say here. Today’s top ten on the gift leaderboard: first place gets two small healing sprays, each restoring fifty health; second place gets one; third to tenth each get six copper coins, which conveniently gives away everything I have."

"If the top ten gifts don’t total 13,140 fan points—that is, less than a yacht—you won’t be counted. As you can see, there are currently four yachts on the board: Son, Cool and Clear Understanding, Poetry and Song Butterfly, and That Year, That Night, That Sea. Each has sent a yacht."

"If there are no more yachts, gifts will be awarded in order: Son gets two healing sprays, Cool and Clear Understanding gets one, Poetry and Song Butterfly and That Year, That Night, That Sea each get six copper coins, and anything left over I’ll take back."

"Damn it, trying to bait more gifts again?"

"You really think those four yachts were given to you willingly? Do you think you’re that popular?"

"Whoever gifts him a yacht is my child."

The moment they heard gifts were required to get the items, many viewers erupted in anger, cursing Huang Yunshuo, though even more simply watched for the drama.

Many, anticipating shooting stars to grab, grew excited, feeling the primal power in their fingers could no longer be restrained.

That Year, That Night, That Sea: "Can’t I just buy them directly? I want all the copper coins and sprays."

A wealthy player.

Huang Yunshuo’s mind stirred. "That Year, That Night, That Sea, if you make it to first on today’s daily ranking, I can add you as a game friend and discuss it with you in detail."

That Year, That Night, That Sea immediately understood. "Deal."

Huang Yunshuo chuckled slyly. "If someone else sends a yacht, a friendly reminder to you all—don’t give your shooting stars away, because I always have stuff to give out here. Shooting star activity at noon, screenshot and the lucky winner gets something; at night, daily ranking, top ten get prizes."

"For those who can’t even afford a yacht, don’t say I don’t take care of you—it’s all luck. The more you send shooting stars, the higher your chances."

"Scam artist!"

"Openly scamming yachts and shooting stars? Don’t fall for this bastard’s tricks."

"Are you sure you have enough to give? Don’t go silent tomorrow."

"Whatever, I’m topping up now—maybe not even ten people will send yachts."

…

The barrage of chat messages was blinding—Huang Yunshuo could barely keep up.

"Timer starts now."

Huang Yunshuo grabbed an alarm clock, set it for ten minutes, and placed it by his photon tablet.

"Once the time’s up, stop sending gifts. I’ll take a screenshot then. Love you all, muah!"

He smiled cheerfully.

Ignoring the flood of nauseating comments, Huang Yunshuo strolled over to the sofa area.

"What the hell, you’re spying on my stream?"

He spotted Song Na and a few others, holding the photon tablet and looking animated. Displeased, he spoke up.

"What’s wrong with that? Can’t we? Dahuang, you’re amazing—your stream is blowing up in just one day!" Zhao Shengsheng laughed.

Jin Xiong asked nervously, "Dahuang, do you really think your fans will send you yachts?"

"Don’t worry, you know how valuable copper coins are—expensive and almost impossible to get! If a yacht can be traded for six copper coins, that’s insanely worth it—even two or three yachts is a huge profit."

"Alright, then… I’ll ask Sister Yin for a loan of twenty copper coins to buy a wooden club?"

Jin Xiong rubbed his hands, a bit embarrassed.

"Ask Sister Yin, I’m not in charge of that. I’ll try to grind some more money before logging off. The key is for you all to level up as fast as possible," Huang Yunshuo replied, humming a tune as he settled onto the sofa, lost in thought.

Truth be told, the world of Reforged Era was just too difficult.

He didn’t mind a high difficulty—raising the challenge was good—but level one monsters were so fierce, it left new players no way out.

Not everyone had such luck at the start, or high gaming talent. At this rate, many players might not leave the beginner zone for a whole month.

"So, there will definitely be some event soon—to lower monster difficulty, give out copper coins, or reward equipment."

With that analysis, Huang Yunshuo wondered if he should even bother sleeping tonight.

If he could widen the gap early on, he could rake in gifts from the stream, not to mention other benefits.

"I’ve decided—I’m not sleeping tonight," Huang Yunshuo declared with a clap.