"Next time you get the itch to play cards, or if you want cards, come find me anytime."
"Sparkle's livestream is about to start. Good luck, The Nameless."
At Crocodile's reminder, Yan Huan returned to the center of the plaza's enormous screen.
The screen was half the size of a football field, embedded into the outer wall of a high-rise, and its display was still dark.
Even more people than before had gathered below—Mech Armor, Phantom-Made Species, and humans, packed tightly together and holding all kinds of fan gear.
Though armed Company personnel were present, the fans here were still wildly excited.
They whispered among themselves, bursting into thrilled screams from time to time. The whole plaza was like a boiling pot.
"Yan Huan, now I'm even more curious about what kind of person this Sparkle is." March 7th handed her phone to Yan Huan.
"I snuck into Sparkle's fan group. The fans keep sending red packets—this is amazing!"
"Look, I grabbed another fifty cents!" She pointed at the screen, her eyes sparkling.
"Damn, that much? Add me too!" Yan Huan leaned closer.
"..." Watching the two of them fiddle with their phones, Scott tried to stop them, stamping his feet anxiously.
"My dear ancestors, is this really the time to be grabbing red packets?"
"I just asked around. There's something seriously strange about this streamer."
"I can see that. Her fans are insanely devoted." Yan Huan nodded, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen.
"Not that kind of strange!" Scott said helplessly, grabbing a passing fan instead.
He was a young man in his twenties, wearing a T-shirt printed with Sparkle's portrait and holding a glowing cheer stick.
"Hey, kid, introduce your streamer to my two ancestors!"
"Huh? Sure!" The young man immediately grew excited, his eyes shining