You Asked Me to Edit Videos, but I Shocked the Powerhouses Across the Heavens

The screen descended upon the Myriad Worlds once more. This time, countless pairs of eyes fixed on the old man on-screen, who played by no rules. Sporting a bruised, purple face, he earnestly recounted how two young men had ambushed him. The moment "Let that rat juice cool" slipped from his mouth, the blood-soaked battlefield, solemn halls, and eerie underworld were all drowned out by waves of laughter.

King Yama smashed his desk demanding the next installment. Zhuge Liang paused his northern campaign just to finish watching. Even Qin Shi Huang and Li Shimin tossed in ten thousand taels of gold apiece. Tang Mu, the uploader, stared dumbfounded at the view count rocketing past one billion. Tips had already filled his account with underworld soldier tiger tallies, Vermilion Bird feather fans, and jade cabbages. Any one of them was worth half a mortal's lifetime of wealth.

But trouble arrived even faster. After his girlfriend's project lost money, her supervisor demanded she repay five hundred thousand. Tang Mu smiled and put an arm around her shoulders. "A few million is just the starting point. Why cry?" Before he had even finished speaking, a chilling figure was already waiting outside the door. Someone was about to teach the only creator in the Myriad Worlds a lesson, using methods even more underhanded.

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