Chapter 23
Big Pineapple stared at his surroundings in bewilderment, took in the fresh air around him, then raised two hands to scratch his head, still not quite coming to his senses.
The reason he raised two hands to scratch his head was that he had two hands on either side of his body, four in total.
Big Pineapple still hadn't figured out what was happening to him, but his livestream chat had already exploded.
["Awesome, Big Pineapple's putting on another show!"]
["What game is this? VR? Has VR technology gotten this fucking good already?!"]
["Yeah, it looks so realistic. It feels just like the real thing."]
["Brother Pineapple, what game is this? The graphics are amazing. Can you tell us?"]
Watching the stream of comments float past his eyes, Big Pineapple slowly began to collect himself. Then, as though suddenly remembering something, he leaped up and shouted, "I've fucking transmigrated!"
[???]
[???]
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A string of question marks from the livestream chat swept rapidly past Big Pineapple's eyes.
["Come on, dude, lay off the novels. Sure, the graphics are good, but saying you've transmigrated is taking it too far."]
["Exactly. Just look at yourself. Even if other transmigrators aren't handsome men or beautiful women, at least they're human. What the hell are you?"]
["All right, Brother Pineapple, quit joking and tell us about this game."]
["Yeah, the visuals are so realistic. I just wonder what the gameplay's like, how big the map is, and how interactive it is. If it's just a wallpaper game..."]
Looking at the stream of comments before him, Big Pineapple felt as though he was going mad, but his mind worked quickly too.
In just a moment, he had already sorted out a great deal in his head, including his current situation, and hurriedly shouted like crazy:
"Guys, guys, can you stop posting comments for a moment? Listen to me, listen!!!!"
The viewers stared in bewilderment at Big Pineapple suddenly losing it onscreen, unsure what was going on.
But most of those watching at this hour were longtime fans, so they obediently stopped spamming comments.
Of course, not everyone did. Some kept posting comments, and were even quite unhappy with the streamer's behavior.
"Guys, listen to me. I might really have transmigrated. Don't post comments yet. I can prove it."
Seeing the comments about to multiply again, Big Pineapple hurriedly spoke up. He had no choice-all those comments appeared right before his eyes, and when there were too many, he couldn't even see where he was going.
He couldn't drive these people away either. His transmigration was already a fact, and the only people who could help him now were his friends in the livestream.
Things like making fire with wood, making gunpowder, and wilderness survival-without help from his friends in the livestream, he could get himself killed trying them.
"Do you remember how I was just talking about playing a game, then clicked on one called [My Civilization], and ended up here immediately?
Tell me, do any games or technologies we have right now have that kind of capability?!"
As soon as Big Pineapple finished, he saw the comments about to surge again and hurriedly continued:
"Guys, do me a favor and stop posting comments for now. Here's the second thing I want to say: I seem to have a golden finger, and its ability is livestreaming.
That's right, it's exactly what you're seeing. Every comment you post appears right in front of my eyes. If there are too many, I can't even see where I'm going!"
Watching Big Pineapple shout and stamp his feet, the livestream viewers fell silent for a moment.
Although most of Big Pineapple's longtime fans now sensed something was wrong and began considering whether he was telling the truth.
Even so, some still refused to believe him, thinking Big Pineapple was putting on a show, or forcing one when he had nothing to offer.
But Big Pineapple no longer wanted to bother with those people. Reasoning with some people was useless.
Even if you pointed at a pile of dog shit and told them it was dog shit, they'd argue back, asking what made you so sure it was dog shit.
Right now, having his longtime fans stop spamming comments was probably better than anything else.
One or two comments on their own weren't much of a problem.
Sometimes, they even warmed his heart a little. After all, he was all alone in this unfamiliar place.
And knowing he had transmigrated, someone more timid probably would have broken down on the spot.
He hadn't broken down because being a streamer for so long had given him a stronger capacity to handle stress. Another reason was that, with so many people watching live, breaking down would honestly look rather embarrassing.
He couldn't-at the very least, he shouldn't-make a fool of himself in front of so many people!
[Wait, dude, you're serious?!]
[We were only joking. You didn't have to actually transmigrate!]
[Bro, you really transmigrated?!]
[Bro, why don't you call out a few times and see if there's a system or something? All those transmigration novels I read have systems.]
[Are you brain-dead? If the streamer didn't have a system, how could we see him? This is obviously his golden finger, okay?]
[But don't you think this golden finger seems pretty useless to him? Look at him now. That face is ugly enough to scare children into tears.
And he's covered in bulging muscles. More importantly, he has four arms. Pick any one of those traits, and none of them suggests a world where you can livestream! Did this golden finger pick the wrong person, or end up in the wrong world?!]
As that long, thick, enormous comment floated past Big Pineapple's eyes, he started feeling rather unwell too.
He also wanted to ask whether the system had taken him to the wrong world or handed out the wrong golden finger, but the thing simply ignored him.
In fact, he hadn't just called out in his head. He had called for the system, a grandpa in a ring, and similar things several times in front of twenty thousand viewers, without the slightest result.
Honestly, given a choice, he wouldn't have wanted to transmigrate at all. He was a major streamer who never had to worry about food or drink. He had absolutely no need to transmigrate.
But now he had no way out. Even kneeling and begging to go back wouldn't do a damn thing.
After getting his emotions under control, Big Pineapple decided to explore this world and check his surroundings.
So he said, "Guys, keep an eye out for me, and remember to tell me if anything happens. I'm going to take a look around."
With that, Big Pineapple stopped paying attention to his viewers and cautiously began investigating his surroundings.
Although the viewers still found it a little absurd, they also found it rather interesting, so they kept watching.
Big Pineapple walked cautiously across the desolate grassland alone.
From time to time, at his viewers' requests, he pulled up a blade of grass or dug a hole.
After walking forward for five or six minutes, he suddenly heard a series of cries.
The syllables were obscure and difficult to understand, but he vaguely heard something like "Asura."
"Asura!"
"Asura!"
Hearing the voices, Big Pineapple dared not make any sudden movement. He hurriedly dropped flat and hid in a clump of grass, not daring to move.
Yet his livestream chat exploded.
[Holy shit!]
[Holy shit!]
[Fucking hell, that's a huge mosquito!]
[Holy shit, the streamer's done for. I really hope he's messing with us.]
[Streamer, hurry up and tell us you're playing a VR horror game, or I think you're really going to die.]
Big Pineapple trembled as he read the comments before his eyes, but still dared not make a sound. He could only keep signaling with his eyes for everyone to hurry up and explain what had happened.
[Not far ahead of you, five people with four arms just like yours are fighting a mosquito.]
Big Pineapple: ???
I don't dare talk right now, but what the hell are you saying?!
Would you fucking look at what you're saying?!
Five people like me are fighting a mosquito!
What's so strange about swatting mosquitoes?!
As though sensing what the streamer was thinking, another comment hurriedly said: [A mosquito bigger than a house.]
[A mosquito bigger than a house.]
[A mosquito bigger than a house.]
Then people copied that comment and spammed it like crazy.
The stream of comments completely blocked Big Pineapple's vision, and his body kept trembling.
His mind kept trying to picture what a mosquito bigger than a house actually looked like.
But after thinking for ages, he still couldn't imagine it.
Or rather, he didn't dare imagine it!
In the distance, five figures with four arms and bulging muscles just like Big Pineapple's were working together to attack a mosquito over four hundred meters in size.
But the mosquito's wings were already injured, and one had even broken off.
Even so, its long, slender, sharp claws still couldn't be underestimated.
And the violent impact when it beat its wings wasn't much better than getting hit by a Dayun truck.
With a roar like an engine, the mosquito charged forward again.
The five men scattered, but even so, one was accidentally snagged by the mosquito's long leg.
The man was sent flying. The sight was practically like someone getting hit by a Dayun truck in the real world, blood smeared all over the ground.
In the livestream chat.
[Fucking hell! You can broadcast this?!!!]
[Holy shit, someone died! There's blood everywhere!!!]
[Holy shit, I'm reporting this!]
[Mod-no, um, are you sure this can pass review?!!!]
Although Big Pineapple hadn't seen what had happened, he could more or less imagine it.
[Run!]
[Streamer, run!]
[Run!]
Big Pineapple's heart jolted at the comments flooding his vision.
He was still wondering whether those guys were messing with him, but the next instant, he felt as though something was rapidly approaching.
At that moment, even the ground began to shake.
Without the slightest hesitation, Big Pineapple moved faster than he ever had in his life, dodging straight to one side before running like mad.
[Streamer, hurry!!!]
[Yeah, streamer, run! It's right behind your ass!]
[Streamer, fucking run faster! It's about to bite me!]
[Streamer, hurry, I'm scared!!!]
Seeing the mass of comments before him, Big Pineapple roared furiously as he ran, "Shut the fuck up! I can't see where I'm going!!!"
As he spoke, he rolled down a hillside.
He had to admit, rolling really was faster than running. After tumbling down the hillside, he finally shook off the monster behind him, which he hadn't even had the courage to look at.
Ignoring the pain all over his body, Big Pineapple got up and ran forward.
[Streamer, slow down a little. I think I just saw something huge fly over your head. I suspect it's a giant dragon!]
[Holy shit, this world has giant dragons too? Could it be a Western fantasy world?]
[That doesn't make sense. Even Western fantasy shouldn't have mosquitoes that big. Did you mistake a mosquito for a giant dragon?]
Big Pineapple stopped and glanced up, then suddenly felt something block out the sunlight overhead. His body shuddered violently.
Looking toward the great river beside him, he jumped straight in without the slightest hesitation.
Then the viewers watched as the river swept Big Pineapple straight down to the riverbed.
In the murky water, the viewers kept looking around.
Mainly because they were scared now too. In movies, moments this tense were generally when things were most likely to go wrong.
There was a terrifying behemoth in the sky, so might a huge tentacle suddenly emerge from the river?!
Just as they were thinking this, they suddenly saw a vast complex of buildings appear below.
The real world.
Su Mo, also watching the livestream on his phone, couldn't help shaking his head. "This young fellow's no good. Did he get killed right after arriving? But it's just as well if he's dead. Things seem to have gotten a little too big this time. Speaking of which, I used my creation ability, so they shouldn't be able to find me, right?"
Su Mo shook his head at the thought. People in the real world definitely couldn't find him, but thinking about how the thing he'd made had turned out, he really didn't quite know what to do.
The rest didn't matter. The main problem was that everyone knew about this now. How was he supposed to proceed?!
If these people really treated this as a game, he'd be better off not recruiting them at all, so he had to find a way.
If nothing else worked, he should go check on Liu Dajun.
Meanwhile, Liu Dajun lay in his hospital bed with somewhat vacant eyes, idly scrolling through his phone.
Right now, he had to find something to do to ease the pain in his heart.
As luck would have it, he was watching this livestream too.
In fact, he had already sensed something was wrong when he saw those mosquitoes.
But he hadn't thought much of it then. After all, he was here to relax.
Yet when he saw the buildings on the riverbed, he froze completely.
Although it had been only a fleeting glimpse, although he couldn't see that clearly through the murky river water, he was absolutely certain: those were buildings of the Ultra Civilization!!!
The Ultra Civilization really had been destroyed!
This was yet another new cycle!