"I'm so bored..."
In his room, Zhang Xiu idly scrolled through his phone, but all he found were boring pranks pulled by modern-day Masked Fools or streamers playing VR Games.
They were bloody and violent, even bordering on R18-after all, civilization had already ventured into the universe, and the internet was pretty permissive-but Zhang Xiu found them rather dull.
After all, when it came to blood and violence, he could leave everyone in those videos eight streets behind.
As for R18?
Zhang Xiu stroked Yaoshi's soft cheek as she nestled in his arms.
One thing worth mentioning was that information about the Corporation had suddenly grown much more plentiful. Some amusement seekers had probably noticed something was off about it.
Looking at the dazzling array of videos and livestreams, he suddenly had the urge to become an internet celebrity himself.
But what should he stream?
"Wife, if I became a streamer, what kind do you think I should be?"
"A porn streamer."
"Stop! Wife, where's your dignity as an Aeon? Could you show a little of it?" Zhang Xiu felt utterly helpless.
"Merely a jest. If you wish to stream, husband, your status as one of the Nameless should ensure your success regardless."
"True enough... Oh, right, isn't the Xianzhou celebrating the Qixi Festival lately?" A marvelous idea suddenly struck Zhang Xiu.
If he livestreamed opening mystery boxes at the trash cans, wouldn't he rake it in?
"Indeed, but the Xianzhou has no trash cans."
"Wife, did you read my mind again?" Indignant, Zhang Xiu immediately reached out and kneaded Yaoshi's cheeks.
"Sp-spare me. I-I shan't do it again."
Seeing Yaoshi wave her hands repeatedly in surrender, Zhang Xiu chuckled and gathered her into his arms again.
"I'm so glad I have you, wife."
"As am I."
Yaoshi straightened up