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Beneath the brown curtains, the room looked somewhat dim.

When Yimo woke up again, he was still lying on his own comfortable bed. He instinctively lowered his head and looked down. His feet, stretched beyond the edge of the bed, were still wearing slippers that were not tied with plastic string.

A dream?

Yimo raised the phone he was holding. On the screen was the "My" page of the "Become an Idol!" app. Compared to his previous Level 0, his account had now risen to Level 3.

Under the points section, it clearly showed 349 points.

He still remembered the system notifications that had sounded one after another before he woke up. They had probably been explaining how the points were calculated.

If Twilight had not taken half of them, he should have received 700 points.

The system had also asked whether he needed his injuries restored.

Yimo himself was not injured, but since it only cost 1 point, he still tapped "Yes." He was then enveloped in white light.

Although he had no injuries, his shoes and clothes seemed to have become brand-new...

It was not a loss, at least.

That was what Yimo thought.

When he closed his eyes, the scene of Lone Supporter being hacked to death kept flashing through his mind.

Blood...

Splattered everywhere, while shattered organs churned and spilled out...

Yimo instinctively felt his stomach roiling. He ran to the bathroom and could not help vomiting.

But his stomach was empty, so nothing came out.

When he returned and lay down beside the bed, his face was somewhat pale and his expression dazed.

"Am I seeing ghosts..."

Yimo was still clutching his phone tightly. He checked the time: 11:53.

It was time to eat, but Yimo had no appetite at all.

That murderous ghost game had not seemed to last long at all—at most, less than an hour.

But two hours had passed in reality...

Yimo did not want to think about it too much. He raised his phone, exited that absurd app, and dragged it straight into the trash.

"Uninstall 'Become an Idol!'?"

Yimo did not hesitate and tapped "Yes."

Unfortunately...

It could not be uninstalled at all...

"Heh... It's latched onto me..."

Yimo looked listlessly at his phone, sighed, opened Taobao, and ordered a new phone.

Right after he completed the payment, the "Become an Idol" app forcibly popped up a window.

"Qin Muse has requested to add you as a friend."

A system notification appeared, with "Accept" and "Reject" underneath.

"She actually used her real name as her game nickname. Just as expected of you!"

Yimo rejected it without hesitation.

That fickle madwoman—Yimo did not want to have anything to do with her ever again!

"Qin Muse has requested to add you as a friend."

However, the moment Yimo rejected it, the system immediately popped up another friend request.

Reject!

"Qin Muse has requested to add you as a friend."

Just like that, after rejecting her five times in a row, Yimo finally stopped receiving friend request notifications.

Yimo glared fiercely at the screen and snarled, "Crazy woman, no matter how many times you send the request, I will never accept it!"

"Absolutely. Never. Have anything to do with you again!!!"

Becoming friends with a woman who had threatened to kill him—and really would—was utterly absurd in Yimo's eyes.

Yimo thought Twilight was truly persistent. But after five consecutive rejections, there had been no more notifications. He figured the system must have restricted her, and could not help laughing aloud.

"Hahaha... Bye-bye, then. Farewell~"

Yimo, who was usually indifferent, actually felt a little happy inside.

But that smile lasted less than half a minute before his expression suddenly darkened.

"Ding."

"Girlfriend Group established~"

"Introduction: This is a group chat specially created for you and your girlfriend. It's a privilege, so don't thank me. Enjoy it~"

Uh...

Yimo stared blankly at the automatically opened group chat window. The entire group consisted only of him and Qin Muse.

Soon, Qin Muse sent several messages.

Qin Muse: "Yimo, where do you live? I'm curious. (Expression)"

Qin Muse: "When your family isn't around, I'll come over for a visit. (Smiling face)"

Qin Muse: "Don't worry. I won't let you feel any pain. Knife. (Expression) It'll be over very quickly."

Perhaps Qin Muse saw that Yimo had not said anything for three minutes and grew anxious. She sent another message: "You can't escape. You earned 350 points from the first game."

Qin Muse: "The app deducts 50 points every day. At most, you have seven days. You'll definitely enter another game."

Qin Muse: "I'll calculate when you enter and go into the game together with you."

Qin Muse: "Wait... Light bulb. (Expression)"

"Ding."

"Your exclusive girlfriend, Qin Muse, has invited you to team up for a game. Accept?"

Yimo wore the expression of the subway grandpa staring at his phone and rejected it without hesitation.

Fortunately, accepting was not mandatory. Otherwise, Yimo would have been driven insane by her torment.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, Yimo went to the computer, found a SIM-eject tool, forcibly removed his SIM card, snapped it in half, and hurried to the bathroom.

"Goodbye, then!"

He threw the two halves of the SIM card and the phone into the trash.

After doing all this, Yimo felt much more relaxed. He returned to bed, instinctively lay down, and stared at the dim ceiling.

He had plenty of SIM cards, all of them so-called "black cards."

The new phone had already been paid for and would probably arrive within two or three days at most.

Goodbye to that crazy woman and this damn game!

After doing all that, Yimo somehow felt an emptiness in his heart again.

Maybe...

His heart had always been empty. In that inexplicable game, he had instead found a tiny sense of being alive.

Well... he would just treat it as a dream...

After sleeping, everything would pass...

That was what Yimo had thought, but when he subconsciously touched his pocket, the faint coolness made him sigh again.

He took the object out, raised it high, and quietly stared at it.

A perfectly ordinary little jade Guanyin pendant.

It should have been... something a mother bought for her child...

Everything that had happened before was not a dream.

It had truly happened.

Yimo covered his eyes with his arm, his mood dejected.

"Brother, I can't even help you fulfill your final wish..."

His muttered self-talk carried several traces of helplessness.

Then Yimo sat up and walked to the computer. He glanced sideways at his wardrobe, but in the end did not go over to open it. Instead, he put on a great deal of equipment.

He started the computer. Once it booted up, he opened numerous programs and background applications, then logged into the Kaki website.

In the nickname section at the top right of the webpage, it clearly said "Mizuhoshi," with an official verification badge beneath it.

Followers: 10.97 million.

Bio: I'm Mizuhoshi, a virtual streamer who loves playing all kinds of games—a nine-year-old twin-tailed loli~

I'm not very good at managing my emotions and expressions, so even if I get too excited while playing games and say or do something inappropriate, please be understanding, everyone~ Ehehe. (Cute face)

After Yimo posted an update,

"Thank you to all the Mizuhoshi fans who support me~ I love you all the most! Biu~"

he started the livestream.

"Mmm! Long time no see, everyone! Did you miss Mizuhoshi?"

"Eh? Eh? Actually, it hasn't been that long. It's only been three days!"

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, Mizuhoshi has decided to stream until tonight!!!"

"Now then~ What game should Mizuhoshi play today?"

"What? A horror game? No, no, no! Mizuhoshi is very timid, you know!"

"Huh? Don't talk nonsense! What do you mean Mizuhoshi's appearance while yelling and killing ghosts is so frightening that even the ghosts are scared of her?!"

"Mmm!!! I'm obviously still only a nine-year-old child!"

"Roar! But everyone wants to watch, so Mizuhoshi will go kill ghosts today!!!"

The livestream's viewer count continued rising and soon reached a million. The interactive comments were already flooding the screen, and the big spenders kept sending gifts.

Who would have known that behind this cute and distinctive nine-year-old virtual streamer was a twenty-year-old young man?

At that moment, his expressions were extremely exaggerated, completely different from his usual indifference. Without using any voice-changing equipment, the voice coming from his mouth was an unbelievably cute, soft loli voice.

As the game began, his expressions became even more exaggerated. He transformed from a timid, cute loli into an irritable loli, carrying a hint of roguishness and acting extremely cocky. Yet because of the contrast with the virtual character, the big spenders sent gifts even more enthusiastically!

From the very beginning, Yimo had been nothing but a complete liar.

He also knew that Lone Supporter had been using clumsy lies and disguises to lure the seemingly weakest person—himself—in for his own purposes, all so she could kill him in the end.

But...

Yimo knew.

One thing was true.

The Mizuhoshi merchandise T-shirt Lone Supporter had been wearing—

It was limited-edition merchandise from three years ago, marked with a serial number. Released on Mizuhoshi's first anniversary as a streamer, it could only be obtained by a small number of lucky viewers and the top fifty people on that day's tipping leaderboard.

Yimo could not help Mizuhoshi by giving her a follow.

Then he would put on a livestream especially for Lone Supporter and give it his all.