Livestreaming The Bad Kids, My Viewers Dare Me to Die

After transmigrating as the weakest cannon fodder in the world of The Outcast, I'm forced by the System to livestream my own suicidal stunts: cleaving the Ghost King of the Netherworld Sect with a blade, and getting the Witch King of the Ten Thousand Poison Cave drunk. Every copper coin viewers tip can be exchanged for a century of cultivation.

When a hundred thousand viewers egg me on to flirt with the Female Emperor, a warning suddenly appears: Lifespan collateralized: 30 years. Advance the ninth level of the Tiangang Art.

Amid the flames of war in a chaotic age, a demonic sect enchantress and a Penglai sword immortal shatter the history books, while the comments behind Li Xingyun's ascension to emperor rewrite the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

And when the AI butler sheds its digital shell, Li Chunfeng's lingering soul burns in my palm: "Yuan Tiangang calculated three hundred years of tyranny down to the last detail, but overlooked you, a madman willing to spend his life to power up."

How much of this body's lifespan is left to burn?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.