“Fam, it’s time to beg for food again. Let me show you what I’m eating today.”
Lu Liuhe faced a light screen that only she could see. Without moving her lips, she spoke with her thoughts: “A delicious meat pie and a bottle of sweet, tasty water.”
The light screen displayed: Plane Live Streaming System.
Livestream Content: Post-Apocalyptic Farming.
Livestream Room Level: 1.
Current Max Capacity: 100 people.
Viewers: 20.
Five more than yesterday.
Lu Liuhe was very satisfied. She looked at the screen.
On the light screen, her sallow, gaunt little face was clearly reflected, along with her body, which was like a bean sprout—a clear sign of malnutrition.
A few sparse bullet comments scrolled by.
【I came here to watch farming. What the hell is this begging?】
【The streamer is an orphan. She has to go to the Relief Point every day to collect supplies. She’ll start farming when she gets home.】
【What is that pitch-black thing in her hand? It’s disgusting.】
【It’s supposed to be disgusting. It’s food made from processed insects that are rich in various proteins.】
A wave of nauseated and vomiting emojis floated across the bullet comments.
Unfazed, Lu Liuhe ate with relish and pitched to them, “Specially farmed, all-natural, and pollution-free. High in protein and keeps you full. One is better than six. It’s for sale in my Livestream Room. Fam, you deserve this.”
A newbie who had just entered the Livestream Room deliberately clicked open the shopping cart.
Item: High-Protein Nutritional Meat Pie.
Price: ¥100,000.
He immediately started cursing.
【Fuck, one hundred thousand for a single meat pie? You must be out of your goddamn mind!】
【Newbie, don’t get so worked up. This includes inter-plane shipping right to your door. One hundred thousand is an absolutely fair price. It costs our big-shot clients over 30 billion to use our courier service to the moon!】
【Hehehehehe…】
The person cursing turned sarcastic.
After finishing the meat pie and water, Lu Liuhe said, “I’m heading home now. To the new family members, some of the following content may cause discomfort. Please be mentally prepared.”
The livestream camera followed her as she walked forward.
The lens captured the turbid air, thick with yellowish-gray particles, as if it had been swept by a sandstorm.
The line for relief supplies was so long it was impossible to see the end. It was filled with children, all dressed in rags, their expressions numb. They had large heads and limbs as thin as sticks.
Behind the line were shabby shacks haphazardly built from wood, torn cloth, plastic sheets, stones, and bricks.
They were packed tightly together, a dense and endless sprawl that exuded a suffocating despair.
Lu Liuhe said, “Every morning at eight o’clock, the government distributes supplies here on time. The recipients are children under the age of sixteen from the Slums.”
The audience in the Livestream Room were all upstanding socialist youths who had grown up in the sun and under the red flag. How could they have ever seen such an impactful scene?
Living suffering was right before their eyes.
Anyone with empathy would feel heartbroken and sad.
Whether they were old viewers or new, they all fell into a brief silence.
Lu Liuhe continued to ramble, “I’m turning sixteen tomorrow, so I can’t come here to beg for food anymore. I’ll have to find another way.”
A newbie in the Livestream Room was touched and rushed to buy a gift to tip her.
But…
When he saw the gift list, he was dumbfounded, and his recent emo mood was instantly cured.
Wheat Seed x1: ¥1,000,000.
Corn Seed x1: ¥1,000,000.
Rice Seed x1: ¥1,000,000.
Bok Choy Seed x1: ¥100,000.
Fuck!
Turns out I’m the poor one!
What kind of conscienceless streaming platform was this? Again, they must be insane for money, treating their viewers like total suckers.
Lu Liuhe was also mentally cursing the damn system for being so inhuman.
What kind of sane person would spend so much money to buy her gifts!
The system’s voice rang in her mind: “Dear Host, as long as you work hard at farming, attract viewers, accumulate Popularity Points, and upgrade the Livestream Room, there will be seeds, and new Planes will be unlocked. Keep it up!”
This Plane Live Streaming System.
Right now, Lu Liuhe had only unlocked the beginner Plane: Blue Star.
Her beloved homeland.
A month ago, she was just an ordinary Demon Hunter on Blue Star.
She woke up to find she had become the weak original owner of the same name in the Wasteland World.
In this world, eighty percent of the land had been destroyed by nuclear pollution.
The flora and fauna were contaminated by radiation, mutating and merging to become incredibly powerful. They were known as Aberrant Species.
Humans had become the creatures at the bottom of the food chain, attacked and slaughtered wantonly by the Aberrant Species, their living space squeezed smaller and smaller.
The survivors of humanity, with their respective countries as the core, built high walls to keep the Aberrant Species out, forming the current stable Nine Major Bases.
The original owner lived in the Ninth Base, in the Slums that had formed around the high wall.
She clicked open the Plane interface and looked at the Planes she most wanted to unlock.
Interstellar Plane: 100,000,000 Popularity Points.
Cultivation Plane: 1,000,000,000 Popularity Points.
With the powerful technology of the Interstellar Plane, even if she couldn’t get a planet-crossing Starship, it shouldn’t be a problem to get some Agricultural Black Technology, right?
As for the Cultivation Plane, with its various rare treasures, Spiritual Elixirs and Miraculous Medicines, it wouldn’t be a dream for crops to be sown, sprout, grow, mature, and be harvested all in a single day!
According to the system’s rules, one follower equaled one Popularity Point.
To accumulate one hundred million or one billion followers… wouldn’t that take until the end of time!
She gritted her teeth and offered the system a single word: “Fuck!”
The system played dead.
However, the scrolling frequency of the bullet comments in the Livestream Room was increasing.
【That child’s stomach is so big. Is he sick? So pitiful.】
【A child fell down. Why is no one helping him?】
【These people are so cold. Streamer, hurry up and help him. I’ll crowdfund to buy you seeds later.】
“He’s dead.” Lu Liuhe’s voice was calm. She only glanced at the child before her gaze shifted imperceptibly to the shacks across the way.
Inside the dilapidated shacks, countless pairs of glowing green eyes, like those of hungry wolves, stared greedily at the child on the ground—or rather, at the meat