Record of Going Crazy: Livestreaming My Cultivation and Leveling Up

The Immortal Realm is a data cage. Three thousand years ago, humanity's attempt to upload its consciousness failed. Cultivators' souls became trapped in a server. The System uses tribulation lightning as antivirus software. The immortals have long forgotten that they are strings of code.

An outer disciple broke his leg in a fall. Pixels seeped from the wound. He awakened. A livestream interface appeared in his mind. Viewers' emotional reactions could be exchanged for cultivation. The more insults he got, the faster his power rose.

When the Immortal Venerable gave a lecture, he played the Great Compassion Mantra. When the Saintess bathed, he showered her with praise. When the alchemy furnace exploded, he shouted, "Bro, double-tap 666!" The pinned post on the Immortal Realm Forum read: "An Empirical Study of Sword Cultivators Pole-Dancing While Riding Their Swords."

The Ninth Heaven suddenly went black. An administrator ID flickered into view. He munched on a data bun and grinned. The rockets tipped by viewers left tiny trails of text: Log of the 7,421st Samsara Experiment.