At 300 years old, the battle maniac with zero experience interacting with females—Leona, currently the strongest male in the Nado Empire—had never had his Pollution Value drop to such a level!
Not only that, the dull ache in Leona’s right arm had also vanished with surprising ease, as if the hidden ailments there had been purified along with his Pollution Value by Xia Zhi’s singing.
Just who was this little female?
Leona ran through various possibilities in his mind, snapping out of his dazed state. He was about to continue communicating with Xia Zhi when the voice of his closest friend, Bai Yu, came from outside. “Good heavens, Leona, your Pollution Value suddenly dropped to 10%! Is this a miracle from the Advent of the Beast God? What on earth happened?”
Bai Yu’s voice carried unmistakable joy.
“Come, let me run another examination on you. If your Pollution Value truly doesn’t rise again, you’ll be the first male to resist the Pollution Value on your own.” Bai Yu made the arrangements cheerfully.
But Leona was troubled.
During the examination, his wristband would have to be set aside.
Not wanting Bai Yu to discover Xia Zhi this early, Leona typed out a line: [Apologies, respected Lady Zhizhi, I need to leave for a while. I wish you a pleasant day.]
He didn’t realize that because he was busy dealing with Bai Yu’s questions, that message was never actually sent.
Meanwhile, while Leona was undergoing his examination, another male who had just gotten off Bai Yu’s operating table—Leona’s nephew, the White Snake Beastman Axis—had just driven away the female Soothing specialist Bai Yu had arranged for him, with a hostile attitude.
His beast form wasn’t favored by females, and having failed to find a female with a Matching Rate above 50%, Axis had long since given up any hope of being Soothed by females.
Even if he were Soothed by those low-Matching-Rate females, his Pollution Value would just rise again in the next battle anyway.
Axis’s baseline Pollution Value was 35%. This war had pushed it up to 75%.
That number, Axis could still endure.
Once it went above 90%, where female Soothing would no longer be effective, Axis would find himself a beautiful place and end his own life with medication.
Having long since made that plan, Axis maintained his white python form and idly scrolled through the news.
Suddenly, a notification popped up on his virtual screen.
[Your friend Leona has spent over thirty minutes in “Zhizhi’s” livestream room. Would you like to watch this livestream?]
Livestreams—Axis knew about that kind of activity.
Back in military academy, plenty of males his age would start their own livestreams to show off their masculine appeal, while also visiting the livestream rooms of females who flaunted themselves, spending every last credit of their savings on them.
The females got the money and lived carefree lives, while those males could only afford low-grade nutrient fluid every month.
Axis scoffed at males like that, thinking they’d gone mad in their pursuit of female approval, and as a result, he had no fondness whatsoever for livestreams as a form of entertainment.
But his uncle—the male universally acknowledged as the most clueless about romance in the world—was actually watching a livestream? And at a critical moment when his Pollution Value was on the verge of breaking 100%?
Could it be that in the final moments of his life, Leona had suddenly decided females weren’t so bad after all, and wanted to have one last contact with a female before his consciousness faded?
—Old males just loved to put on airs. In the end, weren’t they still revealing their true nature at death’s door?
He wanted to see for himself just what kind of fox-beastman face this streamer had that could keep a dying old male lingering for over thirty minutes.
Axis lowered his gaze to conceal the pain in his eyes, curled himself into a ball, resting his white serpentine head on his own coils. He activated the virtual gesture interface and opened the “Zhizhi” livestream room.
On the screen, Xia Zhi had just finished belting out a high-pitched, throat-straining rendition of “Love You,” and was frowning as she looked at the PK bar.
Many people praised her singing, yet they weren’t willing to spend money—they just wanted to see her remove her makeup.
The PK was about to end, and her side had 3 PK points while her opponent had 1,000.
1,000 PK points added up to about 100 yuan. The opposing streamer had a 300k-follower account—with that many fans, they were only willing to throw in 100 yuan for this PK.
They probably thought she posed no threat at all and simply didn’t want to spend more.
How insulting!
Xia Zhi puffed out her cheeks in anger.
After making a genuine effort to be angry for a moment, she comforted herself instead.
At least there were 4,000 viewers now. For a newcomer, that view count was already pretty impressive!
By the time the PK countdown ended, Xia Zhi had already adjusted her mindset. She looked at Dou Dou on the screen: “Your fans are really something, sis.”
Streamer Dou Dou gave a light laugh, adjusting the little cat hairband on her head.
Of course her fans were loyal and devoted.
On Shanyin, gifts worth over 100k would scroll across the top of everyone’s livestream rooms. When Xia Zhi had received Leona’s gift, one of her regular big spenders had just happened to say he wanted to show her an announcement.
But the big spender was just a little too slow—the announcement got pushed down by Xia Zhi’s.
That big spender was unhappy about it and suggested she connect with the newcomer to teach her a lesson.
Dou Dou thought about it—sure, it would let her big spender save face, and she could also try to poach the other side’s top supporter.
But fans who’d been watching both streams told her that Zhizhi’s big spender had already left.
Since the big spender had already left, humiliating Zhizhi with 100 yuan was enough. Anyway, her own top supporter had promised to throw another announcement after watching Xia Zhi remove her makeup, so she wouldn’t lose out.
“So, sis, shouldn’t you start getting ready to remove that makeup?” Dou Dou said in a sweet, coquettish voice. “And I mean the kind where you show us the whole process—otherwise, the penalty upgrades to sending me a Carnival.”
A Carnival was absolutely out of the question.
“Fine, I’ll livestream the entire process.” Xia Zhi replied to Dou Dou, filling a basin with water and pulling makeup remover oil from the vanity table beside her.
As Xia Zhi livestreamed her makeup removal steps, Axis, lurking in the livestream room, had nothing but contempt written across his green serpentine eyes.
This was Leona’s taste?
This female called Zhizhi did look somewhat attractive right now. But once she removed her makeup, who knew what she’d actually look like.
No—he needed to record this.
On the day of Leona’s farewell ceremony before being sent to the Tower of Banishment, he would show this Zhizhi female’s post-makeup-removal video to Leona.
Perhaps his good uncle would be so enraged by how ugly this little female truly was that he’d snap back to his senses.
Axis activated the livestream recording function while pulling out an ancient weapon Leona had given him from his Space Knot, coiling his serpentine tail around it to toy with.
The ancient weapon was a serpent-shaped dagger—a birthday gift Leona had given him when he was ten years old.
The gift could still be preserved, but the one who gave it is now about to be sent to the Tower of Banishment…