Lu Liuhe’s body always reacted to danger faster than her mind could process it. She raised her gun and fired a wild barrage of shots at the corpse by her feet.
Before the fans in the Livestream Room could even react, the already charred corpse had been reduced to a gruesome, unrecognizable pulp.
【Brutal, absolutely brutal, inhuman, and utterly horrifying. All I want to say is: Well done, streamer! Give him two more shots!】
【I have to admit, the streamer’s reaction speed is impressive. But what exactly just happened?】
【It’s just a reflex from the nervous system of the dead body lying there. It’s like how an octopus’s tentacles still move after you kill it.】
Lu Liuhe had absolutely no desire to stay near the corpse. She picked up the loot that still seemed usable and quickly fled the eerie place.
She ran five kilometers in one breath before finally stopping. Finding an open space, she sprayed a circle of Cleaning Agent around herself within a one-meter radius, then sat down to examine her loot.
【Amitabha, streamer, tell me the truth—are you the reincarnation of the Monkey King or his master?】
【The streamer’s moves are too wild. I’m going to die laughing in this Livestream Room sooner or later.】
【Tell me honestly, is this really a legitimate farming livestream?】
【The streamer kills people like chopping melons or cutting vegetables. But were that team of Anglo-Saxon mercenaries really that weak? It felt like the streamer was cutting them down no differently from the lowest-level Mutated Flora and Fauna.】
As Lu Liuhe sorted through the loot, she casually replied, “They were probably the lowest-level Ability Users. Or maybe they were just good at causing trouble but not at fighting.”
She emptied the contents of two military backpacks with a clatter.
Two packs of military rations.
Each pack contained many small, white, individually wrapped pellets, compressed to the size of mothballs, each labeled with a number.
Two packs of water.
Each pack contained transparent water beads the size of marbles, also individually wrapped and labeled with numbers.
Lu Liuhe poured them out and counted them. There were thirty in total, numbered from 30 to 60.
If her guess was correct, this meant they had been allocated one food pellet and one water bead per day since leaving the Base.
As for the remaining items:
Two military daggers and a Tang sword. She thought they were decent—usable and something she knew how to wield.
But the rest of the items:
She had no idea what they were. She could only make wild guesses, assuming they were likely highly destructive weapons.
Thirty-five black objects the size of fists, lightweight and resembling grenades, each with a bean-sized button on top.
Fifty missile-shaped objects the size of a palm, also very light, looking almost like plastic toys, with a small button on the rear end.
The remaining items were all sorts of strange and varied things.
But for the most part, she could recognize them as parts harvested from certain Mutated Flora and Fauna—things like insect shells, animal tentacles, mouthparts, wings, as well as flowers, leaves, roots, and the like from plants.
Each item was individually packaged in transparent bags made of what appeared to be special material.
The Bullet Comments were buzzing with excitement:
【Streamer, press the button on that missile model!】
【Streamer, I want to see the grenade one too!】
【Holy shit, could this really be high-tech from the apocalypse? Someone tag the Ministry of Defense! With this stuff, our Blue Star would be invincible!】
Lu Liuhe didn’t dare to press the button, but still tried anyway, wanting to put the items in the shopping cart. The result: “Dangerous items, platform does not permit sale.”
She read out the system’s prompt.
Then.
She stared at the two large bags in front of her, feeling troubled.
How was she supposed to take all this stuff back?
The system appeared at just the right moment: [My dear host, you can spend just a little bit of money to store the items in the System Space. For 1 cubic meter per day, it’s not 1998, not 998, just 98 Fan Points. Store with peace of mind, store affordably, store effortlessly.]
Lu Liuhe gritted her teeth:…
Other people’s systems give space, spiritual springs, and black soil.
Her system plays dead, shamelessly demanding money.
But right now, she wasn’t in such a hurry to store the packages.
She had just finished a fight, and her Spiritual Power was almost completely depleted. She needed to rest well for a couple of days to recover her energy and continue her exploration journey.
She glanced at her Fan Points—already 999.
Outside the Livestream Room, the number of people waiting in line was displayed: 5888.
She was staring at the 999 on the light screen, waiting for the number to jump to 1000 so she could upgrade immediately.
Suddenly.
Beautiful fireworks burst open before her eyes.
‘If You’re Unconvinced, Just Fight’ sent you three authentic Shandong thousand-layer steamed handmade buns.
Lu Liuhe watched as her Fan Points of 999 instantly jumped to 1110.
The system’s voice rang out again: [Fan Points have reached one thousand. Host, would you like to upgrade?]
Lu Liuhe didn’t hesitate at all: “Hurry up, quick!”
Couldn’t it see she had so many fans waiting in line outside to see her?
System: [Host agrees to upgrade. Deducting one thousand Fan Points. Congratulations, host, the Livestream Room has officially upgraded to Level 2, capable of accommodating one thousand fans.]
She didn’t react for a while.
If You’re Unconvinced, Just Fight grew anxious: [Host, your double standards are way too obvious. Where’s my thank you? Do you know how much a big steamed bun costs? That’s a month’s salary for me!]
[So you’re a big shot with an annual salary of a million. My apologies, my apologies.]
[Big shot, you only gave three steamed buns? At least throw in a bag of pickles. I see that Fuling pickled mustard tuber costs just one ‘dabuliu’ per pack.]
[@’Daddy Will Raise You, Daughter’, big shot, your daughter needs to eat.]
In just one second, these Bullet Comments were completely flooded by the 900 new fans who rushed in.
[I waited in line for five hours and finally got in.]
[Hello, host!]
[Where’s the Wasteland? Where are the Mutated Plants?]
Lu Liuhe didn’t even have time to greet the newcomers.
The light screen exploded with fireworks again.
Top fan ‘Daddy Will Raise You, Daughter’ sent you a box of self-heating hotpot, extra-large 1000g jumbo portion.
Lu Liuhe’s attention was completely focused on the hotpot and the big steamed buns.
Facing the light screen, she teared up with emotion, patting her chest and saying: “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, ‘If You’re Unconvinced, Just Fight’. I’ll perform a talent for you—I’ll sing a song.”
The fans applauded and cheered.
Lu Liuhe stood up, cleared her throat, and began: “Listen to me, thank you.
Because of you, the seasons are warm.”
With just one line, the tune ran off like a wild horse, galloping all the way to another planet.
It left the eagerly awaiting fans feeling utterly depressed.
[Host, listen to me, thank you. Please, stop singing, okay?]
[When the host sings, it feels like a kind of madness that disregards our survival.]
Lu Liuhe continued singing, with sign language synchronized: “Thank you, grateful for having you.”
The World is More Beautiful
I want to thank you, because of you
Love always resides in my heart.”
[No offense to our disabled friends, but honestly, for the first time, I wish I were deaf.]
[I’ve already turned off the sound. Clever me.]
[Putting aside the off-key singing, the streamer’s sign language is actually quite good and standard.]
A complete song came to an end.
Fans expressed:
[You sang well, but please don’t sing again next time.]
[I still prefer watching the streamer do somersaults.]
After finishing the song, Lu Liuhe bowed to the light screen before taking out the self-heating hotpot and the large steamed buns from the System Space.
Then, with tears welling up in her eyes throughout the process, she began preparing the self-heating hotpot. She placed all the ingredients and hotpot base into the pot, tore open the heating pack’s plastic bag, placed it at the bottom, added water, set the pot on top, and covered it with the lid.
Satisfied, she nodded and smiled, then took out a small notebook from her backpack and began singing again: “Why do my eyes always brim with tears? Because I love my dear family—all of you—so deeply.”
All the viewers in the Livestream Room clearly saw the words on the notebook’s cover: Lu Liuhe’s Gratitude Journal.
The first page recorded the IDs of the fans who had tipped her and the gifts they had given.
The newcomers, who had been dazed by the singing since they entered, were now even more confused.
[Can someone explain what the streamer is doing?]
[The streamer is keeping a record. She writes down everyone who has tipped her, saying she’ll repay them when she makes it big in the future.]
[Really? Then I’ll go tip the streamer too.]
The enthusiastic newcomers hurriedly opened the shopping cart.
Then, they returned cursing and swearing.
After finishing her record-keeping, Lu Liuhe began staring intently at her self-heating hotpot.
Heaven knows.
After eating meat patties that only sustained basic survival for a month,
the excitement she felt upon seeing the large steamed buns and hotpot was beyond control.
The long-time fans who had been following her livestream knew exactly what she had been eating every day and could empathize with her excitement.
The newcomers, however, couldn’t quite understand why she was so thrilled. In the Wasteland, wasn’t it common to skip food and just drink nutrient solutions for nutrition?
Lu Liuhe was genuinely exhausted and starving, her stomach growling in protest.
She broke off a piece of the large steamed bun and ate it in small bites. The texture was soft and dense, filled with the natural aroma of wheat. Every bite was a delicate, delicious experience, leaving an endless aftertaste.
In the Wasteland World, being able to eat a steamed bun from her hometown brought her a happiness that nothing else could replace.
The water in the hotpot was boiling continuously, and steam began rising from the pot above. The spicy aroma filled her nostrils, making her take a deep breath. She took another bite of the steamed bun and happily hummed a song: “Finally, it’s mealtime, time for the foodie to eat, rushing to the restaurant first…”
She was happy.
The Bullet Comments exploded:
[Streamer, as long as you’re happy.]
[I’m stepping out for five minutes. I’ll be back later.]
[I never believed someone’s singing could be deadly, but now I do!]
Lu Liuhe was happy and didn’t care about anyone else. She even picked up her chopsticks and tapped the pot lid to accompany herself: “Foodie spirit, foodie soul, foodies eat with a bowl as big as a basin.”