Livestreaming in Another World: I Scam a Kingdom from the Start

On my first day after transmigrating to another world, I bind myself to a live-streaming platform connecting the myriad heavens, with gods and demons from countless realms as my audience.

I was planning to keep my head down and build up my strength, but I got hunted to the brink of death.

"Got any nukes? Send me a few as gifts!"

The audience bursts out laughing. "The streamer wants to reach the skies? We'll supply all the man-portable thermobaric bombs you need!"

So I send a diplomatic note to the mightiest kingdom:

"You have 72 hours to hand over the head of your merchant guild and pay reparations in territory. Otherwise, divine punishment will descend!"

That night, eight thermobaric bombs flatten the area, wiping out the kingdom's elite troops and an entire valley from the map.

The memory crystal reaches the royal capital, and the king wets himself on the spot.

The next day, the envoys kneel and offer up three hundred years' worth of the treasury, begging for my forgiveness.

I look at the orders flooding the livestream chat:

Cultivation World: "That explosive weapon from earlier, I'll take ten thousand sets!"

Interstellar Empire: "Is that a new dimensional weapon? Name your price!"

Abyssal Demon God: "An interesting soul... Let's make a deal. I'll take your lifespan."

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