That hand remained utterly still, as though welded in place.
Otto's eyes widened, his pupils contracting violently.
He wanted to explain, to beg for mercy.
But all he could force from his throat were broken, breathy sounds.
Not a single word was intelligible.
The Superego sighed. "How wretched."
The Ego was cold. "You reap what you sow."
The Id actually began humming. "La la la~"
Accompanied by that eerie, cheerful melody.
Your fist whistled through the air toward that refined yet hypocritical face.
Once.
Then again.
The livestream instantly erupted.
The players were almost in tears.
Sister Zhou covered her face, her shoulders shaking violently.
This wasn't grief.
It was ecstasy.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, "That feels so damn good! I've finally lived to see this day! Otto, you-beat him to death!"
The chat exploded completely, scrolling too fast for the naked eye to follow.
"MiHoYo! The immersion here is incredible!"
"Sweet revenge! Watching Otto get wrecked is a shining moment for humanity!"
"Go, Fu Hua! Hit him harder!"
"The sound of Soulium shattering is the sweetest music in the world."
"This is the most satisfying story sequence I've ever seen, bar none!"
"Hahaha, I'm dying! Never thought you'd see this day, did you, Otto?"
"I'm recording this clip so I can watch him get trashed over and over!"
Text poured in like a tide.
Sister Zhou couldn't make out any of it.
All she knew was that engagement was soaring.
This was the peak of her streaming career.
It was proof enough.
The players' hatred for Otto had long since seeped into their bones.
Especially at the end of that Herrscher of Thunder storyline.
Lin Yuhao had deliberately thrown in a shot of Otto.
That face on the screen had practically stabbed the players in