In the end, all he could become was a big streamer’s lackey, a sharp blade for the streaming guild.
With the scythe in his hand, he ambushed and eliminated those newbie streamers who once shared the same dreams as he did, crushing their hopes in the cradle with his own failures and bitterness.
He didn’t hide his identity at all.
He was a killer sent to snipe newbie streamers!
He was there to suppress the newbies so they wouldn’t survive!
Because the top-tier streamers in the streaming circle had long formed a solid alliance, joining streaming guilds to divide the cake, protect each other’s popularity, and collaborate online to manufacture show effects.
The streaming guilds even secretly deployed snipers to suppress any newbie streamers whose popularity started to rise.
There were only two paths before the newbies.
Either join the streaming guild and work cheap labor for them, earning a small share of the profits.
Or face a dead end.
(Killer)
(Sniper)
(The streamer is really being targeted)
(Doomed)
(The newbie streamer has no guild)
Even the barrage that had just been shouting about virtue signaling gradually changed tone.
They all knew this intruder wasn’t an ordinary intruder.
Behind the killer stood countless intruders lined up, waiting to invade the newbie streamers’ game world.
They would fight until the newbies surrendered, until they sold themselves out, or until they were kicked out of the streaming world.
Survival of the fittest!
This was the law of this world!
Die, newbie streamer!
But in the next moment, the newbie suddenly crouched down quickly, easily dodging the scythe freak’s horizontal throat slash.
Xu Bei crouched and slid forward, effortlessly closing the distance to land a successful close-range attack.
“Ah?” The scythe freak was also shocked.
But he suddenly retreated, withdrawing the scythe in a backward jump slash, the blade cutting toward the back of Xu Bei’s head.
The scythe’s double backslash was a classic sneaky move in the scythe weapon faction—unpredictable and deadly.
However, once Xu Bei, wielding the knuckle duster, got this close, the fight was already lost.
“Pfft!” Xu Bei crouched and landed a straight knuckle duster punch, smashing the scythe freak’s groin.
Even though the game’s pain system was greatly reduced, the scythe freak still felt a sharp phantom pain.
That punch was the ultimate mental insult, and his health dropped drastically.
But that was only the beginning…
“Bang! Bang!”
Before the returning scythe could touch a single golden hair on Xu Bei, he instantly landed two more punches, exploding both of the scythe freak’s testicles, draining his health completely, and killing him outright.
The scythe gradually blurred, powerless against the back of Xu Bei’s head.
The scythe freak turned into black particle mist on the spot, vanishing before the newbie streamer.
“So, this is a player? Slightly stronger than a factory girl, but not by much.”
Xu Bei stood up, flicking away the particle mist with a casual hand, expressionless, as if swatting a fly.
Player versus player battles were just like this.
Both were fragile; victory was decided within three rounds.
(Dead?)
(This is it?)
(What’s up, killer?)
(What’s going on?)
(Busted)
(Just this?)
(Lol)
(Where did this dumb dog come from)
(Pretty good)
(Cool)
(So ruthless)
(Cool streamer, cool)
As expected, the unfilial son’s livestream erupted again with a frenzy of barrage.
Even the troublemaking audience who usually stirred the pot laughed out loud, no longer trolling, sincerely saying: “Streamer is so ruthless!”
People surf the internet just to take the moral high ground and criticize others.
So they roasted the streamer as a cheater and hacker. Even without solid proof, any little flaw was enough to tear him apart.
But now, a far more disgusting presence low on the moral hierarchy had appeared!
The clown killers who sold out for money!
Everyone immediately turned their guns and harshly bashed the clown snipers suppressing newbie streamers.
And since the streamer had won, the audience became even more arrogant, as if they themselves had won. Watching streams was all about this immersive experience.
As mentioned before, streamers couldn’t show off all the time, but they also couldn’t fail to show off.
Show off first, then be wild—that was the streaming formula.
Though Xu Bei didn’t understand this streaming formula, his natural aura was wild and arrogant, and he strutted proudly after killing enemy players.
Audiences loved watching this kind of overbearing arrogance—after all, it wasn’t them paying the price for the arrogance.
Xu Bei arrived at the midpoint of the second floor stairs where the scythe freak had appeared, glancing inside.
The stairwell was blocked off by iron gates and debris.
He could only move forward, heading toward the end of the corridor on the other side.
But nearby was a safety house. Xu Bei immediately entered, turned on the light, and saved his progress.
He checked the time: exactly 8:45. He had set enough alarms; now it was time to log off and pick up Sun Xiaohui from work.
“That scythe freak mentioned his livestream’s popularity was very high?”
If it weren’t for some interest dispute, Xu Bei wouldn’t have bothered chasing him.
Before this, Xu Bei had been too lazy to care about his own stream—not because he was a tech idiot, he still knew how to use a smartphone, but purely out of laziness.
He figured that as a newbie streamer, his popularity would be low.
Whatever, he’d deal with it later.
“I don’t know how many people are watching? I’m logging off to pick up my girlfriend from work, I’ll be back later to continue. See you.”
Xu Bei muttered to the light bulb inside the safety house before logging off.
Xu Bei took off the game helmet.
Back in reality, he slipped on his slippers and stepped outside.
In the corridor, his neighbor—the white-haired cyborg girl Sang Biao—was standing there smoking.
“Good evening, person…” Xu Bei greeted politely as he passed by.
“Not a person~monster, a cyborg.” Sang Biao interrupted immediately, then suddenly asked, “Good evening. Did you run into some trouble?”
“Why do you say that?” Xu Bei stopped and asked back.
“Your breathing’s a little quick. Did you just do some exercise?” Sang Biao analyzed.
“…” Xu Bei fell silent for a moment.
The two of them were awkwardly stuck like that for half a minute.
“Need any help? I’m still pretty capable in the streets.” Sang Biao calmly asked.
“No need to worry, I’ve handled it.” Xu Bei said.
After that, he left the apartment and headed to the convenience store to pick someone up.
Hands in pockets, Xu Bei wore a serious expression, walking while thinking.
That weird neighbor of his—she wasn’t as simple as he thought. Just a brief chat and it seemed she had some skills.
She actually deduced that he’d been in a fight just from his breathing pattern? Not something an ordinary person could do.
He used to think Sang Biao was just a low-level retired gangster from Meteor Street gang, but now it seemed she was hiding something.
“Who doesn’t have secrets?”
Xu Bei snorted coldly, not caring much.
When it came to secrets hidden on one’s body, no one had more than he did.