Unexpected Lead

Ling Chu picked up the diary but did not open it right away. Instead, she glanced at the camera beside her, its blue light still on.

"Today's stream ends here."

The comments instantly flooded the screen, and a private message from A Silly Bird popped up.

A Silly Bird: "Sis, you're ending it already? The viewer count is still climbing! If that diary's important, I can censor it!"

Ling Chu ignored him and switched off the camera.

The blue indicator went dark. The dense stream of scrolling comments vanished with it, and the world fell quiet.

But only a few seconds later, a string of new system notifications appeared before her eyes.

[According to the tally, you received 280 Faith Points from players, converted into 2.8 Divine Power.]

There had been at least ten thousand people in the stream just now, and they had contributed only 280 points?

Ling Chu scrolled back through the system log. The Faith Points had come in scattered amounts: most entries in the long list were for one point, an occasional one was for two, and the most any player had contributed was three.

Ling Chu fell silent. Apparently, players were much harder to win over than the locals.

The title of "Acting Death God" was certainly impressive enough to shock them and stir their curiosity, even awe. But genuine worship was clearly a long way off.

Besides, the Death God's domain was hardly appealing. It was a little ominous, too. What healthy person wanted to think about death every day?

Given the habits of people from Blue Star, Ling Chu figured that if she were acting as the God of Wealth instead, she would be drowning in Faith Points within minutes.

She closed the panel and finally opened the leather-bound diary Auston