Fatal Strike: "He couldn't even throw a smoke grenade properly. What a loser. Still as useless as ever."
One Sword Roaming the World: "Holy crap, his aim is insane. He manages to dodge the target perfectly every time."
Time, This Butcher Knife: "Judging by the looks of it, the streamer's IQ has already been eaten by a dog. Instead of wasting time here, he might as well go see whether Blue Butterfly has started streaming."
Falling Dust: "I'm waiting for Blue Butterfly to start streaming too."
Smiling Fish: "Fine, she doesn't wear makeup, but she couldn't even tidy up her hair or clothes. Looking like that, does she really need to wear a mask?
"These days, every kind of creature dares to start streaming. I really wonder where she got the courage."
Vanilla Fragrance: "What do you know? This is called having none of a pig's looks, but still maintaining a pig's temperament."
Reeds Green: "An ugly person can wear world-famous brands and still give off a rustic air. By dressing in that greasy black sack, she can at least cover up the tire around her waist."
One Meter Sunshine: "Grass doesn't grow on busy roads, and hair doesn't grow on clever heads. I suggest you spend fifty cents getting a new hairstyle before coming back."
Your Overlord Is Still Your Overlord: "She's been shooting for ages without taking out a single person. So idiots really haven't gone extinct."
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found a black feather mask covering her face. A microphone was clipped to her ear, her hands rested on a black mechanical keyboard, and there was a camera in front of her.
She glanced at the various comments constantly scrolling across the computer screen, then looked around.
The room had simple décor and was slightly