Toilet War God

Si You was infamous now, but the gaming circle and entertainment industry did not overlap much. Seeing Feiji send gifts, coupled with Si You's godlike ghost-dodging just now, the viewers who had followed Feiji over began showering him with gifts as well. Hundred-yuan gifts came one after another.

Si You looked cool and aloof, but the way he raised a hand to rub the tip of his nose before earnestly thanking them made him seem somewhat well-behaved. Some people felt pleasantly acknowledged by his thanks and sent another gift.

Si You spent a good three to five minutes just thanking people for their gifts.

Seeing the chat urging him on, he put his hand back on the mouse.

Like Feiji, Si You spent the next stretch dying and coming back to life. This game was practically hell mode! Yet the more it tormented him, the more grim Si You's face became. He might as well have written "I refuse to accept this" across his forehead.

For four whole hours, Si You remained trapped in the old mansion. Instead of dropping, the number of viewers in his stream kept rising. The platform had a recommendation algorithm, and seeing his popularity surge, along with his celebrity verification, it put him on the front page. More and more people flooded in, then found themselves drawn in by his movement and his face.

At last, Si You found the old mansion's only safe spot—the second stall in the second row of the latrine.

"This is so freaking perverted!" Even Si You was disgusted by the difficulty. After running into the toilet for the nth time, the chat filled with "Toilet War God."

Si You refused to give in. "Can I not hide in the toilet? I'm still two items short. If I can't collect them all, this NPC is invincible. What the hell am I supposed to play?" Then he encouraged himself, "This run will definitely work!"

The character pushed open the toilet door, and Si You shouted, "My right hand has touched shit!"

More than half the stream burst into laughter.

Finally, it was two in the morning.

Under the watchful eyes of countless viewers, Si You collected every item. A dazzling golden formation lit up the screen, and amid the female ghost's shriek, the old mansion instance came to an end.

The chat was filled with nothing but "666," while gifts exploded across the screen.

People played games differently, but visual appeal mattered greatly. Watching Si You play was eye-catching and smooth. He remembered every place where he had stumbled, solved puzzles quickly, and was never boring to watch.

[Holy shit, it's this late already? I have work tomorrow!]

"Go sleep." Si You unscrewed a bottle of water. "I'm pulling an all-nighter. I have to clear it."

Don't ask. Ask, and it was because every rebellious bone in his body had risen up.

In his previous life, Si You had been known as the king of grinders. Anything he took on, he had to dig into thoroughly, understand completely, and figure out inside out. His fans said he was proficient in everything, and that was no exaggeration.

Even if he had just been reborn into miserable circumstances, he still had to beat this damn game!

Some people who could no longer endure went to sleep. Meanwhile, Si You's name appeared on the trending searches.

Infant Road was wildly popular. Who knew how many heroes had fallen in the old mansion instance, yet some future nobody from the entertainment industry had actually cleared it! Wasn't that novel?

Si You's body was exhausted, but his mind was exhilarated. Just glancing at the number of gifts he had received in the backend took effort to keep the corners of his mouth from rising.

Half a day ago, he had still been worrying about how he would survive next. Look at this—wasn't this light at the end of the tunnel?

"I'm tired. I'll watch a movie for half an hour." Si You's voice was hoarse. "Any recommendations?"

He asked casually, never expecting a name to actually appear repeatedly in the chat.

"My Way?" Si You read it aloud and opened the streaming app.

It was the first result after he entered the name, and its score was exceptionally high—9.2. Seeing that over a hundred thousand people had rated it, it had to be a masterpiece.

The opening was rendered in an ink-wash style. As the text gradually unfolded, it told of a turbulent era where treacherous villains ran rampant. Lin Ran, the protagonist, had been set up by eunuchs from the Eastern Depot as a child, leaving his family destroyed and everyone dead. He survived by chance, endured inhuman torment, and eventually entered the Crown Prince's residence as a shadow guard, beginning his tale of revenge.

The film's direction was superb. Through contrasts of light and shadow and shifting scenes, it conveyed Lin Ran's transformation from the side.

Of course, all of that was merely supporting foliage. The actor playing Lin Ran was the truly breathtaking part.

His micro-expressions were incredibly detailed. Sometimes his features did not change at all, yet one could clearly sense his shock or unwillingness. And there was nothing to criticize about that face. Even in the early scenes, with only a black night outfit, a high ponytail, and no adornments whatsoever, he was as elegant as a slender bamboo stalk and impossibly handsome.

Si You watched intently, then casually glanced at the cast list. The lead actor's name entered his eyes—Jiang Tingxu.

Jiang Tingxu...

A summary from the original owner's memories surfaced in Si You's mind: a big shot, fucking incredible!

Pathetically lacking...

A ninety-second commercial happened to play in the middle. Si You lowered his head, unlocked his phone, and typed in the three characters "Jiang Tingxu."

His reason for following him was simple. Si You was an actor himself, and in the forty minutes he had watched, he could not find even the slightest flaw in Jiang Tingxu's acting. Many moments had even made his eyes light up. Si You truly had not had this experience in a very, very long time.

Jiang Tingxu—a performance icon deemed "perfect" for an era.

That was the first introduction Si You found.

In the past, he would have thought, What an arrogant claim. Perfect? But at that moment, Si You did not particularly want to refute it. He kept reading.

More than a hundred thousand viewers in the stream watched My Way with him.

My Way—my path. Lin Ran had plotted his revenge for ten years, only for the realm to splinter apart. He followed a wise ruler to turn the tide, chose the enduring peace of the land, and died on the battlefield.

In the final scene, Lin Ran stood on the ravaged earth holding the banner of the Lin Family Army. The smoke of war had yet to fade around him, and the sky was blood-red. His body was pierced by countless arrows, and he had long since drawn his last breath.

The story was simple, but no one could remain unmoved by the choice between personal family and the greater good, the confrontation between hatred and letting go.

Even after the movie ended, Si You remained frozen.

It was like standing alone at an uninhabited peak for too long, until even the view beneath one's feet began to blur. Then, when one looked up into the distance, one discovered someone else standing at the same height.

You had never met him, much less spoken to him, yet with just one glance, you could hear the resounding echo ring out.

Heroes naturally cherished heroes.

Si You praised, "It was a very good movie."

[Obviously, that's Jiang Tingxu!]

The moment Jiang Tingxu was mentioned, the chat became much more harmonious. Through the viewers' repeated praise, Si You learned this: Jiang Tingxu was the youngest Best Actor. His father was an old-school acting veteran and a first-class actor, yet Jiang Tingxu had surpassed him. You thought he came from a film family? No—his grandfather was even more formidable. The Jiang Household had more than a hundred businesses in its industrial chain. Even if Jiang Tingxu were terrible at acting, he could go home and inherit the family business. His genes were simply beyond comparison.

The original owner had not even lived in the same world as him and could not have crossed paths with him, so he knew very little.

Simply put, he was heaven's chosen son.

I used to be heaven's chosen too, Si You thought.

Now he had fallen into the dust and still had to stay up late working for a living.

"Come on!" Si You sat up. "Let's keep going."

Some haters who had just been about to start insulting him immediately slipped away. He had launched Infant Road again!

At six in the morning, the topics #SiYouFeiji#, #SiYouInfantRoad#, and #OldMansionClear# climbed the trending searches one after another.