A Mad but Eerie Food Streamer

[Next book: A Double Agent for the Organizers of a Survival Game. Blurb at the very end. Please add it to your collection.] [Blurb for this story] Everyone in the psychiatric hospital had vanished. Only Wan Ming remained. She was so lonely she was nearly depressed when, suddenly, the System awakened: [Want to be discharged? Come livestream! Get enough popularity points and you'll recover and be released!] Wan Ming dreamed of becoming a chef, so she decided to be a food streamer and specially cleaned up the hospital cafeteria kitchen. The room was bright and spotless, the pots and pans gleamed, and she even changed into a white dress with a rosy tint, all dolled up. But then: [Ding-dong! First livestream audience: 1. Popularity points: 0. Congratulations, streamer!] Wan Ming: ... Nobody likes me. I'm upset. After feeling down for a few days, Wan Ming, encouraged by the System, hesitantly started her second livestream. Viewers poured in instantly, and the numbers shot up! What was going on? Wan Ming had no time to think. She took out her best ingredients and recited the lines she'd practiced: "Today, I'm making steamed pumpkin for all my lovely viewers." The popularity score in the top right of the livestream window skyrocketed. The chat went wild: "Holy crap!" "It's changing! It's changing!" "It was all bloody and mangled, but it really turned into a plate of pumpkin!" Wan Ming blinked. Huh? Wasn't the thing she'd taken out a pumpkin? - A higher-dimensional invasion brought another world beneath the surface of reality: Senkong, a place crawling with monsters and steeped in corruption. Countless people were trapped in Senkong. They struggled to survive hunger and darkness, relying on Senkong streamers to give them monster remains for food. Senkong streamers were among the luckiest. A livestream system awakened in their brains, allowing them to travel between reality and Senkong. They could collect popularity points through their streams, earn weapons and skills, and hunt Senkong monsters. But with the arrival of a new streamer, every streamer's popularity score began to plummet. Someone refused to believe it and clicked on the new streamer's channel. In a dark, dilapidated room, an old wooden table served as a chopping board, and a rusty sheet of metal served as a cleaver. A woman in a blood-smeared hospital gown had deathly pale skin and unkempt hair. She raised her arm high and brought it down. Chop! She hacked off a section of a Senkong monster's corpse, splattering slime everywhere. The woman's voice was hoarse and dry. "I just picked this winter melon off the bed in the next ward. Isn't it fresh?" "Today, I'm making braised winter melon for all my lovely viewers... Oh." P.S.: 1. The female lead is a patient with schizophrenia and delusions. Her golden finger is very powerful. 2. Livestreaming, with a little bit of bonkers adventure. 3. Blurb screenshot dated 2025.1.12 Coming Soon: Please add A Double Agent for the Organizers of a Survival Game to your collection. Cyberpunk wuxia style There were immortal mountains overseas, but they weren't beautiful. Instead, they were a bloody battleground in a world where martial arts had returned. The mountains appeared above an isolated prison built through global cooperation, sucking in tens of thousands of notorious criminals and setting off a brutal fight for survival. You Yin had longed to go there. Her wish came true, and she was accidentally swept into the immortal mountains. But she wasn't a player. She was a member of the "ancient martial arts family," the organizers of the survival game. With a poor constitution and frail health, she had no hope of passing the family trial and was about to be eliminated from within. Her only hope lay in the elixirs, martial arts manuals, and divine weapons that had caused bloodshed among the players. You Yin was perfectly calm. "The organizers have inside information. Isn't that only natural?" As a member of the organizing team, wouldn't it be easy to find out about the dungeons, their treasures, and other intel? The elixirs are mine. The manuals are mine. The divine weapons are mine too. The treasure map is fake? The medicine bottle is empty? The manual is a book of blank pages? The divine weapon is a shoddy knockoff? What does that have to do with me? If the players are angry, they can take it up with my boss! Martial arts cultivation couldn't be achieved in a day. Even with countless treasures at her disposal, You Yin would need at least a decade to make them her own and pass the family trial. You Yin was still perfectly calm. "What a coincidence." Her time flowed at a different rate from birth. - The players were all criminals. No need to show them mercy. The ancient martial arts family had created the survival game with ulterior motives. No need to go easy on them either. You Yin was in the middle of a killing spree when, unexpectedly, someone saw through her disguise and recognized her. An old acquaintance's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. "Did you forget something?" You Yin: "What? Oh, the informant." The highest-ranking gold-level informant in the international police force. She smiled calmly. "What a coincidence. The criminals have been brought to justice, and the ancient martial arts family has been wiped out. You can report that back." Old acquaintance: "..." Theme: Get rid of harmful trash