I’m a Funeral Streamer, and My Prophecies Made Me Famous Nationwide

From the start, I was bound to the Funeral System. My livestream welcomes only those who are about to die.

Other streamers get sports cars and yachts. When I put up a link, I send off a reckless influencer instead.

Hater: "Ban this jinx of a streamer!"

I calmly replied, "My friend, you look like death is hanging over you. Why not order a thin-walled nanmu coffin first? I'll give you a killer discount."

My jealous rival: "If you're so good, curse me to die!"

I sighed and put a top-of-the-line ebony urn up for sale. "What a coincidence, your 'reward' has arrived. Luxury package, double-layer moisture protection, guaranteed to send you off in peace. Farewell, and don't come back."

If I don't meet the System's KPIs, I'll be the next one sent off.

But they don't know that every coffin I sell is another piece of the puzzle leading to the truth behind my senior brother's disappearance.