God-chan Hits the Jackpot

At this point, the God of Live Broadcast was on the verge of tears... No, she was already crying. No wonder she'd taken such an instant liking to Feng Xue. No wonder he always played along the moment she started generating Program Effect. No wonder he could make her part of the Program Effect, too...

The instant she saw that Drone Divine Artifact, the God of Live Broadcast understood everything!

This guy was a live-broadcast god, too!

She'd watched helplessly as every Martial God on the island had their divinity—the very qualification to be a Martial God—ripped away. She felt like a piglet in a pen, watching its kin get slaughtered through the bars. She was a complete wreck.

She was sure that if he took over the broadcast, he might rip away her divinity, too!

No—or maybe the only reason she still had her divinity was because she was a major god!

But... why wasn't he affected by her authority?

Feng Xue watched the God of Live Broadcast restart the broadcast through a flood of tears, like Aqua. His mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin. He casually tossed aside the salt he'd been using to make his heckling more biting, then reached out and gently patted the God of Live Broadcast's cheek as he uttered a single word—

"Good girl~"

"Mhm, I'll be good..." Feeling the sting in her cheek, the God of Live Broadcast nodded in humiliation. A flood of comments, mixed with faith, poured in, but she felt no sense of accomplishment whatsoever.

"Make sure you give us a good broadcast from here on out!"

Feng Xue left her with that one remark. [World] had already held out a hand toward him, and the mech's cockpit opened, revealing its intricate interior.

"A Full-Cycle Human-Machine Integrated Cockpit? What