That night, she saw the moon outside her window shatter.
The sky looked like a cheap sheet of acrylic. It was as if someone had driven an iron nail into the moon. Cracks darker than the night itself spread outward from it, and the stars looked like fragments of those cracks.
That night, Lian Yu had the same dream again. In it, the sky was shattered, and a god sat on a high platform, speaking with arrogant laziness: “Hello, you unlucky little worms who were chosen. Welcome to a game with me.”
When she opened her eyes again, she had entered another absurd and terrifying livestream game world.
Lian Yu had a little hobby she had kept up even after working for years.
That was making things out of clay.
With clay and a few simple tools, she could sculpt all kinds of adorable little animals and people.
What she never expected was that after being chosen for the infinite livestream game, other players would receive starting skills that could repel enemies and kill ghosts, or help them escape and fake their deaths.
Her skill, on the other hand, was making things.
Out of clay, no less.
Other people even got Grade A items for clearing a stage, while her rewards were always clay tool kits.
Lian Yu: “...?”
“Something’s not right here, is it?”
The viewers in the livestream chat all mocked her as a useless beauty and bet she wouldn’t survive the first three stages.
Later, she learned that the more useless an ability seemed at first, the more dramatically it could change as it leveled up.
At first, everyone thought she was a support player. They took her through stages with obvious disdain, treating her as a clay tool kit plus a pretty vase to boost their livestream traffic.
That was, until she finally collected enough shades of clay and brought her first lifelike little figure to life. It called her “Mother.”
From then on, she began to lie flat. Some of the little people she sculpted were good at fighting, some were good at analyzing, and some were even good at cooking...
She began living a life where food came straight to her mouth, and she didn’t have to lift a finger to fight monsters.
The solo-stage boss broke down: “Isn’t this a solo run? Why are there more than twenty players here?!”
Viewers: That’s right. This woman is a whole team by herself. Her hands are so skilled, and she’s so awesome.
Everyone who had seen her dolls cried and said, “If you were Nuwa, I wouldn’t have ended up looking like this.”
Lian Yu: “I could do that. I’m taking cosmetic surgery commissions, one item per procedure.”
Later, she discovered that all the dolls she sculpted were living people, and they could even choose to become players of their own accord.
Later still, she became a legend, the number one player on the livestream game rankings, with the title [Nuwa].
Theme: Having a skill is the foundation of making a living.
