You're Not Being Fair!

Seeing [one time] float across the chat, Boba was dumbfounded.

"That doesn't count as swearing, does it?! That's just a verbal tic!" Boba glared at the screen. She had really only said it out of habit, not because she was cursing.

But the chat ignored her excuses, insisting that she had just sworn.

"Fine! I, Boba, can afford to lose. One time it is—fifty bucks! I can afford it!"

"Everyone keep track first. We'll settle everything before I end the stream today!"

Boba did not argue with the chat any further. It was only once, after all.

The moment she finished speaking, the chat was instantly cleared. Those spamming "one time" immediately stopped sending messages.

The entire livestream room fell into an eerie silence.

"Hippo, move the water cup off the desk first, or it'll spill later."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, move the cup first. Put it to the side, or the water really will spill later."

"Classic! The water spilled!"

Boba frowned. What streamer did not keep a cup of water on their desk? Talking nonstop made her mouth dry, okay?

She picked up her cup and spoke suspiciously. "My cup has a fixed base. It's specifically so it won't tip over on the desk."

But no matter what she said, the chat remained adamant that she remove the cup.

Sister Zhou was watching Boba's stream, and when she saw this, she laughed so hard she leaned back.

"I really didn't do it on purpose, okay? That was an accident!" Sister Zhou could not stop laughing.

Only after everyone confirmed that there was nothing left on Boba's desk that could affect her game did they finally let her start it.

"You guys are really weird!" Boba controlled the hammer-wielding man, swinging herself forward step by step.

"This is actually kind of hard to control." The tiny dirt slope at the very beginning could barely be called an obstacle. As long as she swung the hammer in a full arc, she could get past it directly.

Boba continued onward until she reached the end of the path and looked at the protruding rock wall.

The beginning had gone fairly smoothly. Even if she fell, she could pull herself together and keep playing.

As Boba grew more proficient, she climbed higher and higher.

Although she fell a few times along the way, she always remembered her vow and held herself back from swearing.

She was already extremely careful during the later climbing sections, afraid that one slip in her control would send her falling.

"I finally understand what you're thinking. You just want to watch me swear, right?!"

"I admit this game is a little tilt-inducing, but swearing? It's really not that bad."

Boba shook her head confidently.

But as she became more skilled and climbed higher, the time she spent falling grew longer and longer.

The only thing that never changed was that utterly unremarkable little tree waiting below.

Finally, after she fell from high up once again, she could not hold it in anymore.

"Fuck****, how could anyone make such a ** game?"

"I'm playing your mom!"

"I'm going to stab your mom twice!"

At that moment, Boba pushed up her glasses and, with her cute and well-behaved face, began an endless tirade.

"Why are you swearing, Little Fatty?" A somewhat weathered middle-aged woman's voice came from outside the room.

"I have no manners, Mom!" Boba widened her eyes. Her face was flushed red, and even the tips of her ears had turned red from anger.

During her break, she glanced at the chat. Not looking was one thing, but once she did, it was a disaster.

The chat was madly spamming [103 times!]

"Holy shit! Did I swear that much?" The moment she finished speaking, she immediately realized it. "Holy shit doesn't count as swearing. It's a verbal tic."

"How could I have sworn that much?!" She stared at the number with an ugly expression. She knew she had cursed, but she had not expected it to be so many times.

"My heart hurts! My money!" Boba pulled out her phone, ready to settle the bill. "This is the first time I've spent so much money on swearing!"

"I'll never do this kind of challenge again. I declare the no-swearing challenge over!"

After watching the fans in her livestream happily collect those 103 fifty-yuan red packets, Boba felt like her heart was bleeding.

Remembering all the suffering she had endured in the game, she immediately took out her phone and made a call.

"Chron, I've got a game to recommend to you. It's really fun! Zhou Zhou recommended it to me!" Holding her phone, Boba could not help snickering.

She could practically picture Chron losing it already.

"Boba, not long ago, the fans in my livestream kept telling me to come watch Hippo's rage compilation."

"I watched the whole thing from beginning to end."

"Boba, you're not being fair!" Chron cried bitterly over voice chat, condemning Boba for her crimes.

Getting over it had long since begun showing signs of spreading from person to person.

And this rage-inducing moment played out simultaneously in countless streamers' livestream rooms.

"Fuck!"

"Hook it, hook it, hook it, hook it! Damn it, it slipped! Hehehe, I fell! I didn't fall all the way down! My godly hook! I saved part of it."

"Save the child, save the child, save..."

Song Shan sat beside Ethan Vale, switching between different streamers' livestreams. Every time he watched one, it felt as if someone had viciously grabbed his heart.

Everyone said the greatest enjoyment of this game was watching other people play, but even as a viewer, seeing someone else make a mistake still made them empathize painfully.

"Brother, you really don't treat people like humans!"

"This thing is way too rage-inducing." Song Shan took a deep breath and leaned closer to Ethan Vale, only to find him typing furiously on his computer.

The entire screen was filled with strange weapons and settings.

"I'm the one getting tilted the most, okay?" Ethan Vale looked up. There was already a heavy ring of dark circles around his eyes.

Being transported into another world—a parallel world that was still a gaming wasteland—had originally been a very happy thing.

Especially after discovering that he had a system, that joy had reached its peak.

But now, there was one piece of good news and one piece of bad news before him.

Good news: He had a system.

Bad news: The system could not level up.

"What are you doing? What do you have to get tilted about?" Song Shan blinked in confusion. The game's sales had skyrocketed over the past few days, and it had already sold more than two hundred thousand copies.

Each copy cost ten yuan, meaning it had already brought in over two million yuan.

Sales were still rising in a straight line without any sign of slowing down, which meant the market had not yet reached saturation.

And with games, as long as they were fun, players would continue buying them later on, bringing in a steady stream of money.

At the very least, after the teachers heard about Ethan Vale's achievements during this period, his graduation was guaranteed.

"I feel awful whenever someone says my game is super easy." Ethan Vale clutched his chest, and the pain on his face was no act.

"So now... you're designing a new game?" Song Shan looked at his screen. Unlike simply swinging a hammer, whose gameplay mechanics were very straightforward, this game was different.

With just one glance, he could see the complicated game design. He could tell that this game had far more content than the hammer game.

"Yeah. This time, I'll definitely torture them until they cry!"

Ethan Vale clenched his fists, utterly determined!