Global Livestream 02

Ye Zhao left the restaurant and opened her phone to check the nearby map. The surrounding area was a complex web of roads, and while it was right next to a commercial district, it was only a little past nine, so many shops hadn't opened yet.

...People at that table upstairs were eating a feast at nine in the morning?

She glanced back, finding it strange no matter how she looked at it, but her top priority was to hoard some supplies first. She stopped by a supermarket on her way, went inside to buy a thousand yuan worth of bottled water and instant food, then went to a pharmacy to buy nearly a thousand yuan worth of first-aid supplies and nutritional supplements. She found an empty corner and tucked everything into her Personal Space, then spent the remaining twenty yuan on a super-deluxe bowl of tomato and fried egg noodles.

While waiting for her noodles, Ye Zhao munched on a milk candy and took the opportunity to study her Livestream Panel.

[Audience: 0/10,000]

[Task Countdown: 23:03:00]

The livestream interface was quiet, with no comments. No, if she scrolled back, she could still see two previous messages: [Streaming yourself shopping? Haha, wishing the streamer a peaceful rest in advance.]

[Is this streamer weird?]

Ye Zhao: ...

This trash game really was something else, always stirring up trouble. Could it be that, just like the Wild Sea Game, this "Global Livestream" was the source of this world's catastrophe?

Damn trash game, damn Lord Ghost Messenger!

Escaping with her life was already dangerous enough, and now there was this Global Livestream on top of it. She had to find ways to attract an audience while running for her life. Thinking of streamers in her original world—selling goods, playing games, singing, chatting, calligraphy,