Believe in the System's Ghost Stories? I Don't Believe I Can See the Future Either

“This streamer looks radiant and successful, with red in his face and a hint of pink. Your love life is blossoming, but there's green mixed into that pink. Your girlfriend's job isn't great: she works at a foot massage parlor!”

The rival streamer turned livid, refused to believe it, and called his girlfriend on livestream, sparking a crackdown on prostitution.

“An outdoor streamer, huh? Maybe you should switch lanes first?”

The other streamer moved somewhere else. A Maserati driven by a drunk driver roared past and plunged into the river.

“This streamer has a million followers and a thriving career, but you've lost all decency and are trafficking young women. I advise you to turn yourself in now and seek leniency.”

“I didn't! It wasn't me! Don't make things up! Watch it, or I'll have my lawyer send you a letter!” the rival streamer shouted.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, and a long, drawn-out voice called out.

“Open up, we're here to check your water meter!” “Don't you dare slander me!”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.