At the end of the crowd’s line, the blogger who first posted on Weibo was importing photos from his camera to his phone with trembling fingers.
He chose the most stunning one—a single line under the moon.
The composition, lighting, and atmosphere were all perfect, perfectly otherworldly.
He didn’t even dare to add any filters, fearing it would be a desecration of a miracle, and then he posted it online.
“#jingliu descends from heaven# This isn’t COS, it’s a deity descending.
No arguments accepted.” The moment it successfully sent, his phone buzzed, like an overloaded engine.
In the Weibo client’s backend data monitoring room, alarm lights suddenly began to flash wildly.
“What’s going on?
Which celebrity’s house fell apart now?” The technical director had just picked up his teacup.
“It’s not a house falling apart!
Director!
It’s traffic!
A tsunami of traffic is pouring in!” A programmer pointed at the screen, his face looking like he’d seen a ghost.
“An account called ‘Comic Con Frontline Express’ posted one picture, just one picture!
Our server CPU usage instantly shot up to 98%!” That picture was the moment Nari was immortalized.
The image was pushed by the algorithm to everyone’s timeline.
In just a few dozen seconds, comments and shares jumped from three digits to five digits, and were still growing wildly at a speed that defied the laws of physics.
The internet exploded.
“Damn!
Damn!
Damn!
I regret not learning enough, I’m uncultured, I can only say damn!” “You in front, move aside, you’re blocking me from licking the screen!” “I declare, from today on, this Jing Bao is my mom.” “What are you to even be worthy?
Get lost!
Mom!
Mom, look at me, Mom!” “GO, seniors, you’re playing well!” “Are the juniors upstairs calm?
I’m Yan Qing, put down your sword, that’s my mom!” “No…
can this really be cosplayed by a person?
This skin texture, this hair luster, these folds in the clothes…
I suspect it’s CG, and the kind that cost hundreds of millions to make.” “Seconded!
I do modeling, this is definitely rendered by a top-tier engine!
Humans can’t look like this!
This is a dimensionality reduction attack on us carbon-based lifeforms!” The hot search list was brutally rewritten by an invisible hand.
#jingliu descends from heaven# [EXPLOSIVE] #This cannot be COS# [EXPLOSIVE] #Mom, I saw a celestial being# [BOILING] #XX Comic Con Bloodbath Incident# [HOT] And at the center of this online tsunami, Sato was hiding behind a fake cherry blossom tree, secretly observing the progress of his “business.” His phone suddenly began to vibrate frantically at an unprecedented frequency, accompanied by a dense series of notification sounds, like an activated cheap massage stick.
“Who is it?
Calling at this time?” He pulled out his phone, a bit annoyed.
The screen wasn’t showing an incoming call at all, but a flood of payment notifications.
[Alipay received: 10.00 yuan] [WeChat received: 5.20 yuan] [Alipay received: 66.00 yuan] [Alipay received: 520.00 yuan] [WeChat received: 1314.00 yuan] Money, from strangers from all corners of the earth, was turning into a surging flood through that small QR code, pouring into his account.
Sato’s mouth slowly widened.
He watched the constantly jumping account balance, the numbers soaring like a rocket.
Ten thousand…
fifty thousand…
one hundred thousand…
He felt his respiratory system had gone on strike, his brain blank from lack of oxygen.
At the same time, the online “war” had entered a white-hot stage.
Netizens quickly split into two distinct factions.
One faction was the staunch “Celestial Party.” “Lick!
Just keep licking!
Every strand of older sister’s hair is a work of art!” “I don’t care, she’s real, whoever says she’s fake, I’ll follow the internet cable and hit you!” The other faction was the self-proclaimed rational “Technical Analysis Party.” “Everyone calm down, I’ve magnified the picture 500 times and analyzed every pixel.
Conclusion: This is AI.
The most top-tier painting AI currently, which, by learning tens of thousands of Jing Liu’s pictures, finally generated this divine image.” “The person upstairs is right.
Look at this light and shadow transition, perfectly flawless, such lighting is impossible in reality.
This must be a virtual scene.” “I suspect this is an official pre-release CG from honkai: star rail.
This Coser doesn’t exist at all, it’s a virtual idol.
Everyone disperse, don’t be played for fools.” However, this debate quickly took a bizarre turn.
Celestial Party: “Nonsense!
My older sister is so real, how could she be AI!” Technical Party: “You’re talking nonsense!
Can AI draw such a beautiful person with a sense of brokenness?
How amazing would that AI have to be!
An AI god?!” Celestial Party: “My older sister is unique!” Technical Party: “Exactly!
This AI model is absolutely unique!
I’m going to give money to this AI company!
Beg them to let this AI draw a hundred more pictures!” As the two factions argued, they surprisingly reached a consensus on the point that “she is too beautiful to be real.” The core of the debate shifted from “Is she real or not?” to “Is it a human miracle or a technological miracle?” And at this moment, Nari, who was hailed as a “miracle,” was standing still, his legs a bit numb.
He had maintained the same pose for almost ten minutes.
“Next one, next one, hurry up!” Old Asahi was maintaining order nearby, like a traffic police officer.
After a photographer finished shooting, he bowed ninety degrees to Nari again.
“Thank you, teacher!
You’ve worked hard!” Nari was already numb.
All he could think about now was: These people are too enthusiastic, it’s just taking a picture, why are they calling me teacher?
Has my identity as a Counselor been exposed?
He secretly moved his stiff neck, calculating in his mind.
“So many people taking pictures, if each person gives ten yuan, it should be a few thousand yuan by now, right?
Plus the five thousand from the commercial order…
Can I gather ten thousand today?
Still far from five hundred thousand.” He had no idea that while he was thinking about that ten thousand yuan, the number on Sato’s side had already broken through a barrier he dared not even imagine.
“Four hundred thousand…
four hundred fifty thousand…
four hundred eighty thousand…” Sato squatted on the ground, desperately covering his mouth, his face covered in tears and snot.
He was afraid that if he made a sound, he would go crazy on the spot.
Finally, when the balance figure jumped from “499999” to “500000.50,” Sato’s sanity completely snapped.
Enough!
Aiko’s first surgery fee was raised in just half an hour!
He could no longer hold back, suddenly stood up, and like a mad bull, pushed through the crowd and rushed towards Nari!
The photographers in line saw someone “cutting in” and thought there would be trouble, but seeing it was Sato, they recognized him as “Teacher Jing Liu’s” “agent” and didn’t dare to speak up.
“Nuo…
older sister!
My dear older sister!” Sato rushed to Nari, grabbed his arm, and burst into tears.
Nari was startled by his sudden move, almost dropping the prop sword in his hand.
“What are you doing?
Are you crazy?” “We…
we…” Sato was crying so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, unable to complete his sentences, “We’re rich!
Wuwuwu…” Nari was confused: “Rich in what?
Didn’t we agree on five thousand?
Did the organizer pay in advance?” “Not five thousand!
It’s five hundred thousand!” Sato roared with all his might.
Nari was stunned.
The surrounding photographers and tourists were also stunned.
Five hundred thousand?
What five hundred thousand?
Is taking pictures this profitable?
“What did you say?” Nari suspected he had misheard.
Sato raised his phone, whose screen was still scrolling wildly, and thrust it in front of Nari’s eyes, his voice distorted beyond recognition by excitement and crying.
“See for yourself!
Five hundred thousand!
It’s enough!
Aiko’s money is enough!” Nari looked at the dazzling number, his mind blank.
Just then, Sato’s phone received a new pop-up message, a special push from Weibo.
The title was bolded and enlarged, as if proclaiming to the whole world.
[Network Hot Topic: Is the century’s divine beauty Coser actually AI-synthesized?
Technical Big V lists five irrefutable proofs!] Sato’s crying stopped abruptly.
He looked at the push notification, then at the incredibly real Nari in front of him, who even had body temperature, his expression changing from ecstasy to bewilderment, and finally to a ridiculous anger.
“Damn it!” He wiped the tears from his face and said to Nari, “The money’s enough, but they’re saying you’re fake!”