Everyone was waiting.
Waiting for that so-called "spoiler."
Only deathly silence answered them.
That mysterious insider never sent another word.
Sister Zhou's voice came through the microphone, heavy with barely concealed strain.
"I get Honkai Impact 3rd players, but there's always light hidden beneath the knife's edge."
"This time, are they really going to cut the audience's hearts open?"
Hanser hurriedly cut in, sounding rushed and flustered. "Let me clear my name first! The concert looks were all done exactly how Boss Lin wanted. They had absolutely nothing to do with me!"
Lin Yuhao glanced at the livestream, the corner of his mouth twitching.
This woman passed the buck faster than he replaced keyboards.
His phone vibrated.
At first, it was just once. Then it became a continuous buzz.
Texts, WeChat messages, missed calls-they multiplied like a virus.
Red notification dots crowded the screen.
"Boss Lin, give me a straight answer. Is Himeko really gone?"
"You're taking the story in this direction? Are you testing our limits?"
"Change the setting right now! Bring Himeko back! Don't push your luck!"
"Have you lost your mind? Toying with players' feelings like this?"
The senders included longtime partners, industry heavyweights, and even friends he hadn't contacted in years.
That story sequence had backed everyone into a corner.
Violent pounding came from outside the door.
Bang, bang, bang!
The rhythm was as erratic as a heartbeat gone wild.
"Come in."
Before Lin Yuhao finished speaking, someone roughly twisted the door handle.
Qin Xiaofeng rushed in, drenched in sweat, the back of his shirt soaked through. He had clearly sprinted all the way up.
"Boss Lin! What's going on with that story? Did you really kill Himeko off?"
He panted heavily, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Lin Yuhao slowly turned his chair, looked at his