Global Livestream 01

[Congratulations on successfully loading Global Livestream. Please name your livestream channel:]

Huh?

Why is there still a prompt?

Ye Zhao thought for a moment in her mind: "May the Heavens and Earth bless me to Live for Another Five Hundred Years!"

[Naming successful. Your livestream channel is now named "May the Heavens and Earth bless me to Live for Another Five Hundred Years!"]

[Current Task: Reach 10,000 viewers within 24 hours. Failure will result in erasure.]

[Viewers: 0/10,000]

When Ye Zhao opened her eyes, she realized she was no longer on the familiar streets with pedestrians, but in an exceptionally spacious and bright hotel corridor. She was pushing a cart of dishes, two people beside her were carrying red and white wine, and a beautiful woman in a black suit uniform was leading the way ahead.

Ye Zhao looked down at her own attire; she was also wearing a white shirt and a black knee-length skirt. There was a name tag on her clothes, and through the reflection in the corridor glass, she could see a black bow tied in her hair. Understood—this game gave her an identity: a waitress.

The lead woman said, "Be careful in a moment. The people inside are all big shots. If you accidentally offend anyone, I won't be able to protect you."

Big shots?

And what is this Global Livestream thing?

She thought about it, and a virtual panel popped up before her eyes, just like the livestreams she had seen before. However, this screen was broadcasting her own image, and the viewer count, comments, and tips were all at zero.

Is she livestreaming as a waitress now?

Ah... what is this trash game doing again!

She had been hoping for another apocalyptic disaster so she could study how to save the world or