A Hundred Ways to Crash a Live Stream [Infinite]

As Earth teeters on the brink of collapse, humanity becomes the hottest snack for advanced civilizations to consume while watching screens.

Humanity's final gamble is to step into a livestream extravaganza where despair is the price of admission.

When Qin Shi entered the livestream, every viewer held their breath.

The young man was as pale as a blade tempered in moonlight, as if the slightest touch would turn him into stardust. Yet a cinnabar mole adorned the corner of his eye, like blood splattered across a shrine.

The comments flooded by:

[Three days, tops! He'll be kept as someone's canary]

[A beauty like that is only fit to be a trophy]

Until

In the Death Bus instance, the onboard speaker let out a crackling, eerie laugh:

[Please keep quiet, or the conductor will get angry]

Qin Shi kicked open the emergency window and shoved the dark, crawling conductor into the fuel tank.

"The rules say to keep quiet."

He tore the intestines wrapped around the steering wheel and drove toward the setting sun. "They never said the NPC had to stay alive to check tickets."

The ghost passengers silently buckled their seat belts.

He chuckled.

"So this is what advanced life-forms like to watch?"

Blood splashed across the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye, and the comments suddenly fell silent.

Only then did they realize:

The silver chain around the young man's neck was no ornament. It was a god-slaying cord, made to strangle evil gods.

Later, Qin Shi became the paradox of the entire livestream.

In the instance The Weeping Bride, he snapped the boss's neck with his bare hands, then tossed the wish-granting blood-jade bangle to a pregnant woman in the corner.

In The Abyssal Train, he blew up thirty carriages, but slipped the last escape key to a child he'd only just met.

He dismantled S-rank instances as easily as taking apart toys, yet after clearing them, he would crouch beside an NPC's corpse and gently close its eyes.

"I avenged you."

The viewers' hands trembled as they sent their tips:

[Is he a saint or the King of Hell?]

The only time things went out of control was during an S-rank escape room.

Qin Shi was locked in a cell with that menace who wore Lolita dresses while taking apart mechs and smiled as he twisted bosses' necks.

The entire universe knew they were mortal enemies.

The last time they met, they blew up half a castle. The time before that, they toppled an underwater altar. Every day, the comments opened bets on "who can dismantle an instance faster."

But this time, the surveillance suddenly failed, capturing only the panting that seeped through the crack beneath the door.

In the darkness, a ribbon wound around Qin Shi's wrist. The man bit his earlobe and laughed softly.

"Qin Shi, the way you pretend not to know me..."

"It drives me mad with excitement."

The young man was pinned against a wall forged from streams of data. He heard the other man chuckle by his ear.

"You know? Ever since you stabbed me the first time..."

"I've been waiting for this escape."

Later, when Qin Shi crushed the final boss's heart, every livestream screen dissolved into static.

In full view of billions of viewers, he wrapped the god-slaying cord around the wrist of the man beside him.

"You've got it wrong."

"This isn't an escape..."

"The god-slayer and his accomplice are here to wreck the place."

Dear viewers,

Welcome to

The Night of the Prey's Rebellion.

The top attack who wears the sweetest dresses and fights the hardest x the god-slaying bottom who's beautiful, strong, and tragic, but makes everyone else wear the tragic part on their faces

Thesis: I've just crossed a few mountains, and now I've crossed a few rivers.