Chapter 32: The Betrayal of a TycoonThe match had barely begun when the difference in points became glaringly obvious.On one side:Lu Jisu — 206 pointsAnd on the other:Little Nine Nye — 10,680 pointsThe contrast was like night and day. It was the difference between a struggling newcomer and an established queen of the platform. The disparity was so stark that it felt like the match was already over before it had even begun.Little Nine Nye lounged comfortably in her gaming chair, a self-assured smirk playing on her lips as she adjusted her camera angle. Her long, silky hair cascaded over her shoulder, her every move precise and deliberate, as if she were the star of a perfectly orchestrated show. She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on the back of her hand, her eyes glimmering with amusement."Oh my, little sister should just give up now," she cooed, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "Even

Chapter 34: The Management PanicInside the towering steel-and-glass headquarters of Starforge Media, the atmosphere had shifted from leisurely routine to suffocating dread in the span of a single broadcast.The executives weren’t watching a stream.They were watching a bloodbath.A junior assistant rushed down the hallway, heels clacking frantically against polished tiles, a printed report flapping in her trembling hands. As she pushed open the frosted glass doors to the conference room, the air inside hit her like a storm.The mood was already grim.On the massive central screen, a clip played on loop—the moment a 100 million-star rocket had landed in Lu Jisu’s live room. The impact animation lit up the screen with dazzling effects: meteor trails, fanfares, and a giant bunny mascot winking.The name Smoking Bunny burned at the top of the feed.In the corner, Little Nine Nye’s stream had frozen mid-expression—h

Chapter 36: The Dorm Room RevealThe university dormitory was quiet in that after-stream lull when the night had just deepened, and the city lights outside bled softly through the curtains.Lu Jisu sat on her neatly made bed, still dressed in her simple grey hoodie and plaid pajama pants. Her long, ink-black hair was tied in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. There was no makeup on her skin—only the glow of her phone screen reflected in her eyes.A soft knock on the door wasn’t necessary.Sen Minchi barged in like a storm.“Jisu!” she hissed, phone in hand, eyes bulging with disbelief. “Have you seen this?! You’re viral!”Lu Jisu didn’t flinch. She looked up calmly, her posture upright and composed despite the rising buzz in the air.“I figured something was going on,” she said quietly, “when my phone started vibrating nonstop.”Minchi shoved the phone toward her face.“Top of

Chapter 38: The Static Between WorldsThe warmth of the afternoon sun lingered on Urek’s skin, but the warmth inside his chest—the one Lu Jisu had sparked with her awkward, earnest gratitude—was already beginning to cool.He stood at the base of the dormitory steps, watching the automatic doors slide shut behind her. He waited for five seconds. Then ten.Once he was certain she was in the elevator and safely ensconced in the slice-of-life genre that governed her existence, Urek’s posture changed. The slight slouch of a tired university student evaporated. His spine straightened, his shoulders squared, and the casual, sleepy look in his eyes sharpened into something crystalline and terrifyingly alert.“Romance arc stabilized,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, losing the soft cadence he used with Jisu. “That should keep this world quiet for a few chapters.”He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It looked like a standard smartphone—cracked screen protector, cheap