Chapter 887: Chapter 884: "Lv Shu?
Su Ming’an was taken aback—he clearly put the necklace in his backpack, so how did it get out?
He immediately pulled down the Eye of the Old Days and placed it back into his backpack.
Wearing the Eye of the Old Days allows one to "see destiny," and his Ruler’s Quest is to "kill destiny." Although it’s said that "as long as it’s something visible, even destiny will be killed for you."—he suspected that the moment he saw destiny clearly, like opening Schrödinger’s cat’s box, it would lead to irreversible consequences.
He opened the Dream Patrol platform and glanced at Su Luoluo’s live broadcast. Since he had fainted in a small village earlier, he hadn’t been able to meet with Su Luoluo.
In the live broadcast, Su Luoluo was dressed in a dashing swordswoman outfit, participating in the Penglai Immortals selection. She was standing on one of the high platforms, wielding an ice-blue thin sword, dueling with a blademaster, and the battle was quite "fierce."
Su Ming’an took one look and realized it was a fight between amateurs. Su Luoluo’s strength was only at the First Rank level, and the blademaster opposing her was about the same. Both sides were missing their attacks, and no one was using talismans because neither of them knew how to.
The Penglai Immortals selection was conducted in a preliminary format, with the last person standing being the winner, starting from early morning until the evening. Su Luoluo’s duel platform was just one of many. All around, there were hundreds of high platforms conducting one-on-one duels simultaneously, with winners advancing to the next round and losers being eliminated.
The crowd below was full of curious onlookers, including vegetable-selling grandmas, children, the elderly, and various martial world heroes. The bustling crowd stretched beyond the fields. Beside them were commentator and judge seats, responsible for discussing the exciting duels.
On a heavily guarded high platform, members of the royal family sat watching the event, including Princess Jing He and the Second Prince, but Princess Jing He seemed uninterested, constantly gazing at the sky.
Su Ming’an’s gaze returned to Su Luoluo’s duel platform. She gripped her sword handle, shouted "Hehehe" a few times, and finally broke through the blademaster’s sword wind, holding her sword horizontally by his neck.
"I won!" Su Luoluo shouted joyfully.
The duel was basically lacking any technical content, with the two poking at each other a few times. It was just that Su Luoluo reacted a bit faster, so she won.
She earned the qualification to advance, with the next match scheduled for half an hour later.
Due to a wealthy fan gifting a "Whirlwind Skyscraper" yesterday, her follower count increased to 3,000. She found a waiting seat and started chatting with the viewers.
"Hmm? Saying I’m deliberately setting up a persona? How could that be, Miss Demon King just travels the mortal world like this!" Su Luoluo chatted with the bullet screen, and upon seeing a troll, she immediately retorted: "This is how I am, cheerful and loves cats, very healing. If anyone feels down, you can always come to see me."
She made a heart gesture to the viewers, smiling gently, "As long as you enter my live broadcast room, you’ll see, Miss Demon King is here. Please be sure to support her."
[Okay, Miss Demon King~]
[Her face is indeed pretty.]
[I hope you don’t screw up; I hate streamers who mess up. If you fail, I’ll bash you nonstop.]
[Miss Demon King, I was lucky to be attracted by a ’Whirlwind Skyscraper’ gift last night, discovering your live broadcast room. You’re such a cheerful girl, and watching your stream seems to purify my negative emotions. I’ll keep supporting you.]
[Miss Demon King, keep winning! Though you’re new, you’re so good at chatting! You’re a promising entertainment anchor!]
[I like you.]
[In the end, you’re just a chicken.]
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Su Ming’an frowned.
The internet is an extremely complex place.
Despite technological development, the inclusivity of civilization is shrinking. Online, people can argue over everything, and when seeing a sentence they dislike, it’s like the speaker committed a huge sin.
Even though Su Luoluo appears optimistic and cheerful, not everyone can speak kindly. Especially since she’s an entertainment Dream Patrol streamer, a profession most needing to absorb others’ negative emotions. Some people intentionally make negative remarks about streamers, as if this gives them a sense of self-satisfaction and differentiation by crushing a public figure.
——An entertainment Dream Patrol streamer is a "purifier" of negative emotions. All malice, insults, jealousy, and dissatisfaction flow through the internet to them, and they must smile and accept it because breaking down means "destruction."
At this moment, due to the disruptive bullet screen comments, Su Luoluo’s live broadcast room erupted in chaos. Whether liking or hating her, the comments all mixed together. Spoofs, insults, comfort, sarcastic remarks, and attempts to mediate... A complete mess.
Su Ming’an observed Su Luoluo’s forced smile in the live broadcast room. He opened his account as the "First Dream Patrol Family." His current post count was 0, with 429,831,827 followers, ranking first in popularity.
He made a few edits, changing his ID from "Anonymous" to "Lighthouse." After all, everyone already knew the First Dream Patrol Family was Su Ming’an, so anonymity was pointless.
Then he edited a post, making it his first, and posted it on the forum.
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[Lighthouse (First Progress Dream Patrol Family): Recently watched several Dream Patrol streamers, really liked them. @Yi Zhongyu, @Mu Tianrui, @Yang Fongyao, @Lin Dongxin, @Lost You Gained the World, So What, @Please Strengthen the Lame, @She Seems Moonlight White, @Please Call Me Miss Demon King, @Train Brother, @Blanche, @Agnes Refrigerator]
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Su Ming’an didn’t only mention Miss Demon King but praised over ten streamers together. Among them were top Dream Patrol experts, entertainment Dream Patrols, first-tier streamers, and newcomers, all chosen by Du.
The moment this post was made, it instantly soared to the top of the forum, with tens of thousands of replies emerging immediately below.
[First!]
[Ahhh, he posted!]
[Who understands, I’ve been waiting here every day.]
[The First Dream Patrol Family actually praised Yi Zhongyu? Is it just superficial praise? Is it collaboration or sarcastic?]
[Stop assuming Yi Zhongyu and the First Dream Patrol Family are enemies; Yi Zhongyu hasn’t said anything, don’t slap labels on people. Having one more strong person is good, isn’t it?]
[Why did the First Dream Patrol praise several new streamers? They must have a lot of potential.]
[Lighthouse Brother, look at me! My live broadcast room is great; you can add my personal account and I’ll send you private photos!]
[...]
Su Ming’an closed the interface and returned to Su Luoluo’s live broadcast room. At that moment, her live broadcast room’s popularity skyrocketed tenfold, with followers soaring from 3,000 to tens of thousands, and still rising, an astonishing increase.
"Eh, eh?" Su Luoluo was dumbfounded.
After a moment of panic, she immediately realized something good might have happened and quickly waved at the camera:
"Welcome to Miss Demon King’s live broadcast room. If you like it, please follow me."
The gift barrage started, even though they were small gifts, it had already surpassed all her previous efforts.
Just a mere mention by the "First Dream Patrol Family," and people remembered this Miss Demon King who streamed for almost 12 hours every day. But before this, who cared about her hard work?
Su Ming’an thought about it and was sure his actions weren’t problematic. If he didn’t intervene, Su Luoluo achieving her dream within twenty days was impossible. If a live broadcast lacks traffic, no matter how well it’s done, it’s hard to soar, and now it depends on whether she can absorb these massive followers.
He took out his phone, binding it to the streamer "Please Call Me Miss Demon King."
——He had just seen this rule in the live broadcast room. Because entertainment streamers absorbed too much negative emotion, to prevent them from committing suicide, top entertainment streamers were essentially paired with a "psychological guidance counselor." After streamers accepted malice from millions of people, psychologists helped them process their sadness.
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"Dingdong!"
Su Ming’an received a message without any sender number.
[After becoming a psychological guidance counselor for a streamer, Deities will protect the privacy of both of you, preventing your daily communication via text and online from being monitored by the Kingdom and government.]
[Do you confirm to become the psychological guidance counselor for "Call Me Miss Demon King", and bind with her?]
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Su Ming’an replied with confirmation.
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[You have become the psychological guidance counselor for "Call Me Miss Demon King."]
[This information will be sent to the four contacts on your phone, please make a choice.]
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This means Su Ming’an has become Su Luoluo’s guardian, and this matter cannot be known only by him. This way, if anything happens to Su Luoluo, and he isn’t aware, others can find him immediately.
He glanced at his contact list, checked all four people, and then the information was automatically sent out.
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[The individual "Su Wensheng" has become the psychological guidance counselor for the broadcaster "Su Luoluo". Inviting you to be a supervisor of this relationship, if "Su Luoluo" needs psychological help and "Su Wensheng" is unable to act, you will be notified via SMS immediately. Please assist both "Su Wensheng" and "Su Luoluo" promptly.]
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This SMS does not involve their Dream Patrol identities, it only mentioned them as broadcaster and psychological guidance counselor, the information is not leaked, and it’s very safe.
The more Su Ming’an looked, the more he felt that this Dream Patrol broadcast was a rather complete system. Not only is there emotion conduction, audience rewards, and popularity rankings. There is also oversight by deities and a psychological guidance counselor system.
—Deities are like a backstage big boss, even when streaming rewards, they take fifty percent.
He stared at this SMS with no number, starting to suspect—does this number come from the deity?
"Dingdong!"
The sound of a message reply rang out, shortly after Su Ming’an’s SMS was sent, someone quickly replied.
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[Yue (Note: Godfather): Got it.]
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"Dingdong!"
[Yue (Note: Godfather): You’ve grown up, weigh everything carefully before acting. Wanting to become a psychological counselor for the Dream Patrol broadcaster is perfectly fine. If you need help, contact me.]
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"Dingdong!"
The second reply quickly arrived.
[Xia Jiawen (Note: Class Teacher): Okay. I’m also regrettable about this child Su Luoluo, her family couldn’t afford her schooling. However, you’re about to take your college entrance exam soon, take it easy, don’t let psychological counseling drag your emotions down and affect your exam status. Although your strength is enough, the college entrance exam also tests some cultural knowledge, I hope you can attend classes.]
[Xia Jiawen (Note: Class Teacher): You skipped class again today, yet you sent a text to the teacher, Su student, next time remember to send a text for leave first before sending these to the teacher. Otherwise, the teacher’s heart is quite hurt.]
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Su Ming’an replied with "Let’s meet again if fate allows".
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"Dingdong!"
The third reply was slightly slower than the second’s replies.
[Lin Yunting (Note: Head of Psychological Consultation Center): Known. Dr. Su, please don’t forget the psychological lecture in the afternoon.]
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Su Ming’an fell silent.
He seemed to have unwittingly discovered another vest of Su Wensheng.
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"Dingdong!"
The last reply arrived late.
[? (Note: Don’t know when added as a friend, forgot who it was): Understood, do not reply.]
...
Su Ming’an stared at this question mark, seeing the words "do not reply", he put away his phone.
Until now, he still didn’t know who this question mark in his contact list was, but the other party had no intention of communicating with him.
He pushed open the door, heading to the church.
He passed through the ruins of the city, walked over the pits and holes of shell holes. Along the way, someone always stared coldly at him from the roadside, seemingly judging whether to rob him.
This abandoned city was full of vagrants, homeless orphans, starving people scavenging air drops, robbers stealing from others, and soldiers, the old and sick were everywhere. Perhaps due to Su Ming’an’s calm demeanor, these robbers glanced at him a few times but still didn’t dare to make a move.
Arriving at the destination, the aged sunlight pierced through the stained glass and projected down from the top. This church was extremely grand and majestic, its black spire pierced into the clouds, every brick engraved with ornate patterns, its splendor was out of place with the ruins, a place of peace in the midst of war.
The church worshiped deities. Even the gutsiest mischievous soldiers roaming the city didn’t dare stretch their greedy hands here. Hence, the church stood here all the time, standing amidst broken tiles and shabby houses, like a chasm difference between wealthy areas and poor areas.
Su Ming’an stood in place for a moment, then walked into this magnificent and grand church, immediately greeted by rainbow-like stained glass, as if the starry sky was plated before his eyes.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Just as he pushed the door, a priest in a full black robe ran towards him, almost colliding full-on with Su Ming’an.
"Sorry." The priest whispered an apology, was about to bypass Su Ming’an, but Su Ming’an suddenly grabbed the priest’s shoulder.
The priest raised his head, revealing a fair and unfamiliar face—this wasn’t the focus. The focus was on the priest’s shoulder, perched was a green mantis.
"Lv Shu?" Su Ming’an asked.
"...Hmm?" The priest froze, his eyes slightly glowing: "Su Ming’an?"
Su Ming’an was shocked. He really didn’t expect Lv Shu’s current identity to be a priest. How did this match?
"Is there someone named ’Yue’ here?" Su Ming’an shocked for a while, decided to conduct the business first.
"Inside, is the head of the church." Lv Shu pointed inside the door, put away the mantis: "I’ll wait for you outside."