I Promise I Won't Swear!

Just one day was all it took for Ethan Vale's game to climb to the top spot in yogame's download rankings.

Silver's livestream had played a huge role in getting it there, and countless marketing accounts had clipped all the hilarious moments.

Short-video platforms were flooded with videos of him gritting his teeth and smashing his keyboard and mouse.

In just thirty seconds, the clips vividly showed the process of a rational human turning into a low-intelligence creature.

Just watching the little man in the pot fall was enough to make viewers feel like they were having a heart attack.

Perhaps because Silver's segment had been so hilarious and bizarre, the video had exceptionally been pushed to the phones of some non-gamers.

'So funny. I don't play games, just a passerby genuinely asking: is your gaming circle really this over-the-top?'

'Feels a bit scripted, like they're deliberately promoting the game?'

'Honestly, it looks pretty interesting. The game's marketing campaign was a success—I want to give it a try.'

'I'm a Silver fan, so let me say this: other streamers might have scripts, but Yinzi definitely doesn't. I watched him for four hours that day and saw him break down with my own eyes.'

'Everyone, go give it a try! It's really easy. Anyone saying it's hard is just bad at games.'

There were simply too many video edits of Silver online.

Four hours of gameplay, and every frame was comedy material.

"Is his mouse too hot to hold? He just fell down. Did he really need to throw the mouse?" Sister Zhou watched several classic funny clips her fans had sent her.

The instant the man in the pot fell, Silver had flung his mouse away and clawed at his own face in despair, his expression full of panic.

"He's so dramatic. Was it really that devastating?"

"I have to say, that monkey really understands livestreaming effects. Isn't it here now?" Sister Zhou bit her finger as she watched the screen, her eyes full of teasing.

"No, I have to try it. I don't believe it can be that crushing." Sister Zhou shook her head, occasionally twisting shyly toward the camera.

'Stop twisting. You're not even half as good as Tree Treasure.'

'You won't attract a moderator like that. Just give up.'

'Moderator: This doesn't look suggestive, does it?'

Sister Zhou paid no attention to the chat. She had long grown used to this sort of thing; it was just good-natured teasing from viewers.

With a [Ding] notification, the game showed that the download was complete.

"I don't believe this game can break me!" Sister Zhou declared confidently before entering the game.

Until half an hour into the game,

Sister Zhou's carefully groomed, silky smooth hair had turned frizzy, and she kept grabbing at it as she played.

"I seriously can't take this anymore. What kind of person designs a game like this? Do they really not need to see a psychologist?"

Another half hour passed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The entire livestream image shook as if there were an earthquake, while the repeated banging of her fists against the desk never stopped.

'Thank you, designer! It's been so long since we saw Sister Zhou slam the desk! My youth is back!'

'Wish I were that desk, 5555.'

'Just a passerby here. Is this an earthquake? The screen is shaking so hard!'

'Sister Zhou, just admit defeat. There are sledgehammers everywhere outside.'

'As expected of Sister Zhou. You're so bad!'

As her final slap landed on the desk, the cup beside her keyboard toppled over, instantly soaking the desktop.

In the past, Sister Zhou would definitely have cursed up a storm if she spilled her water.

But this time, as she looked at the liquid spreading across the desk, she could barely hide the smile on her face.

"Ah, the water spilled! It spilled! My keyboard and mouse are wet, so I can't play anymore! I'm so sad!"

"It's not that I don't want to play. The water really spilled—everyone saw it. I'll have to take my keyboard and mouse in for repairs, so I'll have to wait until they're fixed before I can continue."

"This game is really easy. If my equipment hadn't gotten wet, I would've cleared it by now."

At that moment, the livestream chat filled entirely with question marks.

Just after Sister Zhou exited the game, a message popped up on the gaming platform.

"You have played for a while. Please leave a review! Would you recommend this game to your friends?" Sister Zhou read the little prompt that appeared on the platform.

She immediately started hammering away at her keyboard, not looking at all like it had been damaged by water.

This game is way too easy, isn't it? Anyone with hands can play it, right?

After writing the review, Sister Zhou directly shared the game with her little fangirl, Boba. She narrowed her eyes, wearing a malicious smile.

"Boba, I'm recommending a game to you. Come play it!"

After recommending the game, Sister Zhou instantly felt refreshed. She finally understood where all those "very easy" comments filling the entire review section had come from.

These were all fucking awful people!

Not one of them had a kind heart.

Would a good person trick someone into playing a game?

Ah, no—how could things in the gaming world be called tricking people?

It was simply a recommendation!

Meanwhile, Boba happened to be livestreaming. The moment she received the message Sister Zhou had sent, she immediately held up her phone.

"Wow, Zhouzhou sent me a WeChat message!"

"She wants me to play a game called Getting over it. Is it fun?" Boba opened the gaming platform in confusion. She had been sleeping until right before going live and had no idea what had happened earlier.

"Zhouzhou really does love me! The reviews for this game are ridiculously good!" Boba was startled as she looked through the reviews. It had been a long time since she had seen a game with such a high approval rating.

Of course, the game did have negative reviews.

The reason for the negative reviews was very easy, and the reason for the positive reviews was also... very easy?

"The more that happens, the more it proves this is a good game!" Boba excitedly chose to pay. Ten yuan was nothing to her.

Just as she eagerly prepared to start the game, she noticed that everyone in her livestream chat was asking the same question.

Do you still remember the promise you made three days ago?

She frowned and thought for two minutes before remembering that she had made a vow in front of everyone in her livestream three days ago.

Every time she swore, she would be fined fifty yuan.

"I remember now. Fifty yuan for every swear word, right?"

"No problem! I, Boba, am not someone who breaks promises. Look, I haven't sworn for three whole days."

"If I insult someone even once, I'll raffle off fifty-yuan red envelopes for my fans. My word is my bond!" Boba raised her hand high, looking unconvinced.

But before entering the game, she would occasionally furrow her brows.

Why had everyone suddenly brought that up again?

Something felt wrong, but she had no idea what exactly was wrong.

Once she entered the game and saw the little man sitting in the pot, she couldn't help laughing.

"Why does the protagonist's model look like such an idiot?"

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