“Are you here to live in seclusion too? This is a good place,” the white-haired woman said again.
“Uh, something like that,” Xu Bei replied awkwardly.
Damn it! This white-haired woman looked ice-cold and aloof, but now it seemed she was just a bored chatterbox.
Now that she had caught this Meteor Street native, it looked like she was ready to have a long chat.
But honestly, I’m not some heinous villain!
Not everyone from Meteor Street is evil, okay!
Of course, Xu Bei could only complain inwardly, not daring to say too much out loud.
I just want to heat up my meal, go home quickly to eat, and play games after dinner.
“Ding!” The microwave oven chimed.
But there was a photo frame sitting on top of the microwave oven. Xu Bei glanced at it and saw a muscular, burly, tattoo-covered bald man in the photo.
He couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Is this your friend?”
He really couldn’t help himself.
Because he truly couldn’t figure out why anyone would put a photo frame on top of a microwave oven?
“That’s me,” the white-haired woman answered with considerable pride.
That answer left Xu Bei even more at a loss, and then he immediately regretted asking so much.
“My name is Sang Biao. Please don’t misunderstand—I’m not a cross-dresser or a pervert. I only turned into this for the greater good,” the white-haired woman began explaining on her own.
“Isn’t that just being a cross-dresser?” Xu Bei retorted.
“I’m a cyborg,” Sang Biao corrected.
Xu Bei paused, then analyzed, “Did you undergo surgery and change yourself like this just to hide your identity? That’s some thorough transformation.”
“That’s not it. Do you know what an underground idol is? The Organization heard it was profitable, but couldn’t find any suitable girls, so they arranged for a few brothers to get surgery and transform directly. I was one of them. But in the end, the project failed, and there was no money to be made, so I was forced into retirement. Do you know what retirement means? It’s idol graduation. Sigh, it was truly an unforgettable experience,” Sang Biao explained.
As she spoke, she pulled down her mask, revealing an absolutely flawless face.
But it was a face full of technological and artificial features, with no distinctive characteristics, nothing worth further discussion.
Xu Bei had seen at least a thousand faces like this, if not eight hundred—what people commonly called an influencer face.
Basically, anyone who entered a plastic surgery clinic would come out looking like this.
“Thanks for your microwave oven.”
After listening to her backstory, Xu Bei was left speechless. He picked up his heated meal and prepared to leave.
“Hey man, what’s your name?” Sang Biao asked.
“My name is Xu Bei. Let’s look out for each other in the future,” Xu Bei replied perfunctorily.
As he opened the door and left, his face instantly darkened.
Where did this clown come from, wasting so much of my emotional energy before?
I thought she was a hidden master!
Turns out she was just a poser!
Back in his room, Xu Bei wolfed down two meals, and after a short rest, got ready to game again.
If you cleared the Streamer Competition within the first week of the game’s release, you could get ten thousand yuan—the Virtual Game Helmet and Game Disc would pay for themselves.
He’d grinded all last night, his brain buzzing. This damned game was a huge drain on his energy.
Intense movement in the Virtual Game could affect your real-life body. Even though you didn’t move, your limbs would feel phantom soreness.
The double torment of mental and physical endurance—no wonder this crappy game was only sold to Streamers who made a living off it.
Normal people playing Virtual Games would find it too disruptive to work and daily life. Ordinary folks just watched the streams.
“The third day of quitting drinking.”
Xu Bei quickly put on the Virtual Game Helmet. Not long after getting up, he lay down again, escaping into virtual reality to avoid his alcohol cravings.
The system screen flashed by, mental link established, and he chose to continue the game.
…
When his vision returned, he was back in that eerie, abandoned factory, but a sliver of light pierced the darkness.
Yesterday, he had saved and logged off in a room midway along the first floor.
This was a [Safety House].
Players could only safely log off inside a Safety House. Logging out anywhere else meant starting over from scratch.
Inside the Safety House, there was a perfectly intact lamp, bringing a bit of light to the players.
But once you stepped out of the Safety House, visibility dropped sharply, and you had to move cautiously down the pitch-black factory corridors.
Because those sexy, young, hopping zombie female workers lurked in every corner, wielding various blunt weapons, always ready to beat intruders to death.
Even now, Xu Bei had no idea what he was supposed to be doing in this game.
What was the story, anyway?
But whatever, all I know is I have to kill everything!
(Streamer, you’re not dead?!)
(Streamer, you’re finally online!)
(Streamer, you’re on fire!)
(Streamer, you’re trending!)
(This streamer’s antics are wild!)
The only thing that comforted him was that subscriptions to the Unfilial Son Livestream Room had increased a lot.
Although as soon as he started streaming, a swarm of troll viewers would flood in.
Everyone was here to see how the Streamer would die!
In just one day, the Unfilial Son Livestream Room went from complete obscurity to a bit of fame.
At least, on the launch day of Dear Son, he’d earned plenty of attention.
Aside from some veteran and big-name Streamers with tons of followers, among the small Streamers, Unfilial Son Xu Bei was the most entertaining.
On the Game Forum, there were already stories circulating about this madman who entered the game without picking up any weapons and tried to clear it barehanded—his popularity was rising everywhere.
Another important factor was his appearance!
Unfilial Son’s virtual avatar was handsome, cute, cold, adorable, and cool all at once—his looks outshone Xu Bei himself, appealing to almost every viewer’s kink.
The craziest part was, when viewers checked the Streamer’s profile, they were shocked to see the gender column listed as [Unknown].
Unknown?
What kind of gender is that!?
As mentioned before, nowadays the Real Name System is enforced—you have to register all your personal info to go online.
If you register for the game with your Legal Demon Identification Card, if you’re a man, you’re a man; if you’re a woman, you’re a woman; if you’re handsome, you’re handsome; if you’re ugly, you’re ugly—everything is set according to your ID.
So what’s with a gender of unknown?
There were rumors online of more than a hundred genders, but no one had ever heard of “unknown gender.”
But this was probably because Xu Bei logged in to the online game using his Government Certified Harmless Demon Legal ID Card, which caused some confusion.
Just like how his virtual avatar was mistaken for a girl Streamer—the biggest reason being he’d designed it with long, golden, wavy hair, full of feminine charm.
“Unknown gender” was probably just a data error from the Demon ID.
But the Government had its own explanation!
Because Demons were indeed hard to determine gender for—how were they supposed to know if a Demon was male or female?
But this only made the viewers even more curious about the Streamer’s gender.
(Streamer, do you not read the chat?)
(Streamer, are you blind?)
(Streamer, can you say something?)
(Streamer, are you a brother or a sister?)
So as soon as the stream started, the chat went wild, bombarding him with questions.
But Xu Bei still didn’t understand any of the streaming community’s rules, and to this day, he still didn’t know how to open his own Live Room.
Anyway, as soon as the game was online, it automatically started streaming—he just pressed start.
He didn’t answer anyone’s questions, just kept everyone hanging.