1: Chapter 1: The Streamer's Righteousness!

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“Damn this retarded Apple charger!”

“I swear Sikong Zhen just popped his ult and dashed into my bed!”

“I almost got electrocuted to death!”

In a dim small room, a handsome young man who looked to be in his early twenties climbed out of bed, cursing and swearing.

The young man's name was Qin Mo, a member of the transmigrator army. In his past life, he was unlucky enough to be taken away by the Truck Emperor.

Just tonight, Qin Mo transmigrated into a parallel world identical to his previous one, into the body of someone with the same name.

To make matters worse, Qin Mo discovered he was an orphan.

And he freaking had late-stage cancer!

With only one month left to live, it was a typical 'cool, arrogant, and mind-blowing' super-disastrous start.

“You damn Heavens! Are you going to do anything about this?!”

“In my past life, my family had been in business for ten generations. I had countless wealth and countless sycophants.”

“I finally got a good reincarnation, and before I could even enjoy it, you freaking dragged me to this world!”

“Who wants to transmigrate? Especially into a sickly body!”

“Damn Heavens! Curse your mother!”

...

Qin Mo stood in the room with his hands on his hips, pointing at the sky and cursing for a full two hours before he finally drank some water with a parched throat.

On second thought, he still wasn't satisfied and was about to continue cursing.

“Ding! Detected that the host's cursing is sufficiently foul, meeting the system's requirements.”

“Would you like to activate the Popularity Value System?”

“Holy crap! The system is here!!!”

As expected! The essential golden finger for transmigrators.

Systems might be late, but they are never absent.

“Activate it, activate it! First, give me a few 'Small Goals' of a hundred million to spend! That's not too much to ask, right?”

Qin Mo rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation.

“Ding! System is activating... System activated successfully!”

...

...

“Huh?”

Seeing the system hadn't responded for a long time, Qin Mo was instantly dumbfounded.

“Wait? That's it???”

“Where are my Small Goals? Where is my Newbie Gift Pack?”

“Ding! The system does not have a Newbie Gift Pack. As the Popularity Value System...”

“As the name implies, the host needs to complete system tasks to obtain rewards.”

“Rewards include lifespan, skills, wealth, and so on!”

“Wait! Where are your manners?”

“Others get ten-pull summons at the start, or at the very least a few hundred million as a 'Small Goal.' Why do I get absolutely nothing?”

...

“Host, please start a livestream. Use any method to reach five hundred popularity points to receive a reward.”

“Damn! If you won't give me the money, fine, but you're making me work like a dog!!!”

“Besides, as a tenth-generation rich kid in my past life, I didn't need to learn anything. I don't know how to do anything. Now I only have this handsome face. How do you expect me to stream?”

...

Half a day passed, and the system ignored Qin Mo.

It seemed he could only complete the tasks issued by the system. After all, he was only in his twenties, still young and hadn't even married a wife yet. He didn't want to die!!!

With no other choice, Qin Mo emptied his pockets and spent a huge sum—a full hundred bucks!!!—to buy livestreaming equipment.

This was after he had haggled with a customer service Miss on a second-hand platform for ages. The Miss was so speechless by how poor he was that she paid out of her own pocket to give it to him as charity...

“It's just streaming, right? Let's see what this is about!”

He then changed the title to: 'All-Knowing Know-It-All. Get one word wrong, and I'll offer up my family tree! Please show off your linguistic charm to your heart's content!'

Those who achieve great things don't sweat the small stuff. For the sake of popularity points, what's a little sacrifice of the family tree? He believed his ancestors down there would surely understand him...

After some internal self-consolation, Qin Mo started the first livestream of his life.

...

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.

Livestream Popularity: 0

“Damn it!”

Qin Mo slammed the table hard.

What was going on? Even a beggar could catch a few whiffs of the north wind, right? Was he really this pathetic?

Then, enduring the pain in his heart, Qin Mo transferred money back and forth between eight bank cards to scrape together 0.96 yuan. He gritted his teeth and topped up 10 diamonds, setting them as a red packet for 10 people to grab.

Soon, a few scattered people entered the livestream room.

To Qin Mo's annoyance, these people didn't do anything after entering; they just camped for the red packet and didn't say a word.

Seriously? I'm already this poor and you're still trying to fleece me? Have some humanity, damn it!

Suddenly, Qin Mo had a brainwave.

“Brothers, the Streamer is a know-it-all. Questions are welcome! The Streamer has his family tree on the line. If I can't answer, you can show off your 'sweet talk' as much as you want!”

Hard work pays off, and finally, a few scattered bullet chats floated across the screen.

“Holy crap! Streamer, you're playing for real? Is your 'life' hard enough?”

“I'm talking about your fate.”

“At age three, I used wasabi as a suppository. At five, I dug up an ancestral grave and didn't forget to invite the owner to drink my 'virgin urine.' At ten, I got hemorrhoids and didn't get surgery; I sliced them off myself with a pocket knife. At eighteen, I was kissed by a snake; I was so pissed I kissed it back, and the snake died while I lived on just fine!”

“You're asking me if my fate is hard? I can only tell you that when the Streamer was twenty and used his head to headbutt a rock, the doctors were begging me not to die!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the livestream was stunned. What kind of badassery was this! Holy crap!

“Holy crap! At first glance, that sounds incredibly badass. Respect, respect!”

“But thinking about it carefully... exactly what kind of person with water in their brain taught you to headbutt a rock?”

“Ahem...”

Qin Mo coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

“Don't focus on the details. Just tell me if the Streamer's fate is hard or not!”

“That's freaking hard as hell. Not to mention anything else, headbutting a rock didn't even kill you... I really don't know how you grew up this big. I wonder how many people your ancestors had to beg and how many connections they used down there...”

Qin Mo tossed his hair back and said with a face full of pride.

“The Streamer's fate isn't just hard. Because the Streamer is woken up by his own handsomeness every day, the Streamer even wrote a poem for himself.”

“The Streamer's looks are so overwhelming that Daniel Wu would cry, Eddie Peng would kneel upon hearing it, and Andy Lau couldn't help but sing 'It's Not a Crime for a Man to Cry.'”

“I... I never thought...”

“Never thought the Streamer would be this handsome, right?”

“I never thought... there could be such a brazenly shameless person in this world! Where's my freaking knife? Don't anyone freaking stop me! I'm going to freaking shank this shameless bastard...”

“Uh... why are you getting worked up? You must be jealous of me...”

“Fuck!...”

“Hahaha... I'm dying. This big brother is about to get a brain hemorrhage from anger...”

Tang Seng Uses Piao Rou for Shampoo: “Streamer, Streamer, I have a question!”

“Oh? What's your question? Ask away! The Streamer's family tree is ready! Today, either the Streamer's family tree ascends to heaven, or the Streamer makes a name for himself!”

Tang Seng Uses Piao Rou for Shampoo: “Streamer, can a death row inmate dodge bullets during their execution?”

Qin Mo groaned and spoke: “Brother, don't say it, you actually can.”

“Death row inmates are only deprived of their right to life; they still have the right to move. You can dodge while lying down, dodge while jumping, and if you know Qinggong, you can even dodge by running on walls.”

Tang Seng Uses Piao Rou for Shampoo: “Really? Streamer, wait a sec, I'm going to go shank someone to try it out!”

???

“You upstairs, what did you say you're going to do? Shank someone?”

“Brother, wait a second. I never said there was only one bullet in the gun. Dodge all you want; if I don't hit you, I lose!”

Tang Seng Uses Piao Rou for Shampoo: ...

Hahahaha...

“I'm dying... Brother upstairs, remember to call me during your 'First Seven' days; I'll burn a foreign babe for you!”

“Hahahaha, the Streamer's deadpan face is so funny. That guy is probably dumbfounded, hahaha...”

“If I bet there are no bullets in your gun, how would you respond?!”

“I'd switch to another gun and load it fully.”

“Hahahaha...”

...

Liang Sanbo and the Pig are Playing Hardball: “Streamer, I have a question. Why do meteors always land precisely in craters?”

“Listening to your words is like playing Zhuang Zhou with Purify.”

“Brother, why don't you guess why they're called 'meteor craters'?”

DJ Lazy Sheep: “And me, and me! Streamer, does a pregnant woman hitting someone count as a gang fight?”

“This question really couldn't be asked without ten years of brain hemorrhage. If your grandfather heard this, he'd crawl out of his grave to give you a few punches.”

“I'm dying of laughter!”

“Hahahaha... the Streamer is too funny! You really can't flame him; the Streamer actually has skills!”

“Hahaha... I almost laughed until I became a second-hand folding screen bought from Xianyu!”

“My dad just finished beating me and I was in a bad mood. Suddenly I saw the Streamer's room and it made me laugh. My dad thought I was being defiant, so... he's coming back with the 'Seven Wolves' belt. Streamer, what should I do?”

...

Woke Up and Felt My Husband Was Hard, Turns Out He's Cold: “Streamer, if I steal back all of our Dragon Country's lost cultural relics from abroad, would that be illegal?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo felt a surge of respect. He immediately stood up and bowed deeply.

“What nonsense is Sir talking about? On the night the foreign relics were stolen, Sir was clearly with my wife. I can testify to that!”

As soon as these words came out, the livestream room instantly boiled over.

“Go for it, Sir! The Streamer's great righteousness!”

“Go for it, Sir! The Streamer's great righteousness!”

...

Popularity Value +100

Popularity Value +100

...

Inside a luxurious villa in Yanjing, a girl about twenty years old was wearing a pure white long dress. Her slender legs swung back and forth at the edge of the bed.

“Hehe!”

The young girl stared at Qin Mo's livestream, letting out pleasant laughter from time to time, and then opened the gift rankings...

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