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The room was dim under the brown curtains.

When Yimo woke up again, he was still lying in his comfortable bed. He subconsciously looked down and saw that the slippers on his feet, dangling over the edge of the bed, were not tied with plastic string.

Was it a dream?

Yimo raised the phone he was holding. The screen showed the "Become an Idol!" app's "My" page. Compared to the previous Level 0, his account level had now increased to Level 3.

The points section clearly displayed 349 points.

He remembered the system prompts ringing out before he woke up. They were probably related to how the points were settled.

If Twilight hadn't taken half of them, he should have received 700 points.

Additionally, the system had prompted him whether he wanted to restore his injuries.

Yimo wasn't actually injured, but it only cost 1 point to do so. He clicked "Yes" and was enveloped in a white light.

Even though he wasn't injured, his shoes and clothes seemed to be brand new...

Not a total loss, I guess.

At least, that's what Yimo thought.

He closed his eyes, and the scene of the Lone Supporter being hacked flashed repeatedly in his mind.

Blood...

Splattering, organs shattering, churning...

Yimo instinctively felt his stomach churn and rushed to the bathroom, unable to help himself from vomiting.

But his stomach was empty, and nothing came out.

When he returned and sat by the bed again, his face was a little pale, and his expression was dazed.

"What the hell..."

Yimo was still clutching his phone tightly, checking the time: 11:53.

It was time for a meal, but Yimo had no appetite.

This Murderer game hadn't lasted long at all, at most an hour.

But in reality, two hours had passed...

Yimo didn't want to think about it anymore. He raised his phone, exited the absurd app, and dragged it directly to the trash.

"Uninstall 'Become an Idol!'?"

Yimo didn't hesitate and clicked "Yes."

Too bad...

It couldn't be uninstalled...

"Heh... I'm stuck with it..."

Yimo looked at his phone weakly, sighed, and opened Taobao to order a new phone.

Just as he finished paying, the "Become an Idol!" app forcibly popped up a window.

"Qin Muse requests to add you as a friend."

A system prompt appeared, with "Accept" and "Reject" below it.

"Using her real name as her game nickname, just like you, Qin Muse!"

Yimo didn't hesitate and clicked "Reject."

That fickle, crazy woman, Yimo didn't want any more contact with her!

"Qin Muse requests to add you as a friend."

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

Reject!

"Qin Muse requests to add you as a friend."

After Yimo rejected her five times in a row, the friend request notifications finally stopped.

Yimo glared fiercely at the screen, growling, "Crazy woman, no matter how many times you request, I will absolutely not accept!"

"Absolutely, I will not, have, any more, contact with you!!!"

Becoming friends with a woman who threatened to kill him and actually would kill people was, in Yimo's opinion, utterly ridiculous.

Yimo thought Twilight was quite persistent, but seeing that there were no more prompts after five consecutive rejections, he figured the system must have imposed a limit and couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha... Goodbye then, farewell forever~"

The usually indifferent Yimo actually felt a little happy inside.

But his smile didn't last for half a minute before his expression turned grim.

Ding.

"Girlfriend Group Established~"

"Introduction: This is a special group chat created just for you and your girlfriend. It's a privilege, no need to thank us, enjoy it~"

What the…

Yimo stared at the automatically popped-up group chat window with dead fish eyes. The group only contained him and Qin Muse.

Soon, Qin Muse sent a few messages.

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

Qin Muse: "When your family isn't home, I'll come over to visit. Hehe (emoji)"

Qin Muse: "Don't worry, I won't let you feel any pain. A knife (emoji) will end it quickly."

Perhaps sensing Yimo hadn't spoken for 3 minutes, Qin Muse grew impatient and sent another message: "You can't run away. You're in the first game, with 350 points."

Qin Muse: "The app will deduct 50 points daily, for a maximum of 7 days. You'll definitely enter the game again."

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

Qin Muse: "Wait… lightbulb (emoji)"

Ding.

Your exclusive girlfriend Qin Muse has invited you to team up for a match. Do you accept?

Yimo made a face like an old man looking at a phone and unhesitatingly clicked "Reject."

Thankfully, it wasn't mandatory to accept, otherwise Yimo would have been driven mad by her.

Without any hesitation, Yimo went to his computer, found a SIM card ejector tool, forcefully removed the SIM card, broke it, and quickly walked to the bathroom.

"Goodbye forever!"

He tossed the two halves of the SIM card and his phone into the trash can.

After finishing, Yimo felt a lot lighter. He returned to his bed, instinctively lying down, and looked at the dim ceiling.

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

A new phone had already been paid for and would arrive in two to three days at most.

Goodbye to that crazy woman and that damn game!

After doing all this, Yimo inexplicably felt a void within him.

Perhaps…

His heart had always been empty, and in that somewhat bizarre game, he had actually found a sliver of feeling alive.

En… let's just treat it as a dream…

Just sleep, and everything will pass…

Yimo thought this, but he instinctively touched his pocket. A slight coolness made him sigh again.

He took the item out, raised it high, and simply looked at it.

A very ordinary small jade Guanyin pendant.

It must have been… bought by a mother for her child…

Everything that had happened before was not a dream.

It was real.

Yimo shielded his eyes with his arm, feeling dejected.

"Brother, I couldn't even fulfill your last wish…"

He mumbled to himself, with a hint of helplessness.

Then, Yimo sat up and walked to the computer. He glanced at his closet but couldn't bring himself to open it. He then put on a lot of equipment.

He started the computer, turned it on, opened many software and background processes, and logged into the kaki website.

The nickname in the upper right corner of the webpage clearly read "Mizuhoshi," with an official certification badge below it.

Fan count: 10.97 million.

Bio: "I'm a virtual streamer who loves to conquer all sorts of games. Mizuhoshi, a 9-year-old twin-tailed loli~"

"I'm not very good at managing my emotions and expressions, so if I say or do anything out of line when I get excited while conquering games, please bear with me~ Ehehe (cute face)."

Yimo posted an update.

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

Then, he started the stream.

"Mmm! Long time no see, has everyone missed Mizuhoshi?"

"Aiyaiya, it hasn't actually been that long, only 3 days!"

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

"Nyah~ What game is Mizuhoshi playing today?"

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

"Ehh, don't talk nonsense! What do you mean Mizuhoshi's roaring and ghost-slaying appearance scares even the ghosts!!!"

"Mmmph!!! I'm clearly still a 9-year-old child!"

"Hmph, but if everyone wants to see it, then Mizuhoshi will go slay ghosts today!!!"

The number of viewers kept increasing, quickly reaching a million. The interactive bullet comments were already flooding the screen, and patrons were continuously sending gifts.

Who would have known that behind the cute and quirky 9-year-old virtual streamer was a 20-year-old young man?

At this moment, his expression was incredibly exaggerated, a stark contrast to his usual indifference. Without any voice-changing equipment, the voice from his mouth was an explosively cute, soft loli voice.

As the game began, his expression became even more exaggerated. From a cute loli with a hint of timidity, he transformed into a hot-tempered loli with a touch of swagger and extreme arrogance. However, due to the contrasting cuteness of the virtual character, the patrons ended up sending gifts even more enthusiastically!

From the very beginning, Yimo was an out-and-out liar.

He also knew that the Lone Supporter, for his own purposes, was using clumsy lies and disguises to lure the seemingly weakest him, all so he could finally kill him.

But...

Yimo knew.

There was one thing that was true.

The Mizuhoshi fan-shirt the Lone Supporter was wearing.

It was a limited-edition item from 3 years ago, complete with a serial number. It was released during Mizuhoshi's first anniversary, and besides a few lucky viewers, only the top 50 on the donation leaderboard that day could obtain it.

Yimo couldn't go and give Mizuhoshi a follow.

So, he would stream with all his might, just for the Lone Supporter.