Everything Is Metaphysics (Simp No.2): Xiao Yun, did you see that post?
Yun Li glanced at the smear post and pretended to be confused. “What post? I’ve been in seclusion preparing for the finals lately.”
Everything Is Metaphysics: You should really take a look. Brother Huo and I are both worried about you.
The next second, Simp No.1’s message also came through.
Xian Ruoyun (Simp No.1): If anything’s wrong, tell me. You should be in City A too—call me if you need help, I’ll come over.
Yun Li wasn’t in a good mood and brushed them off casually.
Nice words, sure—but in the end, they were just curious about what this body looked like.
If she didn’t meet their expectations, they’d turn just like before. All those sweet words would become knives stabbing back at her—just like what happened to the original host.
The original host wasn’t blameless, but she didn’t deserve that ending. These three had also pushed things along behind the scenes.
Thinking of that insecure girl starved of affection, Yun Li felt a surge of resentment.
Since she had taken on this mission, she would see it through properly.
With that thought, she sat back down at the computer.
Oh, they wanted to drag her down with public opinion? Then she’d muddy the waters even more.
[Casual Chat: Rational discussion about the female streamer causing a storm lately]
==: I’ve been seeing this everywhere recently. Normally I’d scroll past, but the buzz is too big—so I got curious.
==: Something interesting—through some scraping, I found that all the accusations against this streamer exploded on the same day, the 23rd.
Yellow Vest: Could it be a planned business sabotage? I heard the event she’s in has a 500k prize.
Niannian: Not impossible. She’s been rising fast—basically about to win lying down. If this hits hard enough, who knows if the officials will disqualify her.
==: Guys, I checked again—the dozen anonymous accounts that posted that day all came from the same IP.
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Big Fat Sheep: Could this really be infighting between streamers? The official rules clearly say this kind of behavior is prohibited.
Niannian: @HeroesStrike Aren’t you going to deal with this? Your streamers are using such dirty tactics!
With the “evidence” posted, replies surged.
Under Yun Li’s deliberate guidance, the discussion gradually shifted—from business rivalry to information leakage.
After all, Xiao Yun had never revealed her real-life identity anywhere. So how did those “proof-filled” posts appear?
Some players began worrying about their own data being exposed and even started threatening to stop spending money.
As revenue began to drop, Heroes Strike, which had stayed silent for days, finally responded.
The operations team worked overtime to track down the anonymous poster.
On the other side, Yun Xin was on the verge of losing her mind.
She had only gone offline for a short while—how had things spiraled like this?
She just wanted Yun Li to withdraw from the competition. How had it escalated beyond her control?
Her teeth clenched as a chill spread through her body.
If their status-conscious father found out…
She shuddered.
No—she couldn’t just sit and wait.
Yun Xin grabbed her phone, determined to turn things around.
But before she could even log into the forum, she saw a message from the official Heroes Strike account.
Suppressing her dizziness, she opened it.
“Heroes Strike Official: Ms. Yun Xin, due to the false information you posted on virtual forums causing reputational damage to our company, we request that you delete the content and issue a clarification. Otherwise, we will pursue legal action.”
Yun Xin trembled with anger.
False information? Everything she said was true!
That wretched girl had been drugged for years—she was ugly beyond recognition! And her junior college degree was real too!
She wanted to argue—but didn’t dare.
If her father found out she had been secretly targeting Yun Li, it might not make him hate her—but it would definitely leave a bad impression.
For years, Yun Xin had been eyeing the inheritance left by Yun Li’s father and his deceased wife.
She knew very well—if her father insisted, Yun Li would still get a share.
That could not happen.
With a cold expression, Yun Xin began typing. She deleted all her previous posts and uploaded a carefully polished apology.
After posting, she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
She had already pushed Yun Li to rock bottom—who would’ve thought she’d rise again just with her voice?
Thinking about the expensive gifts during the livestream, Yun Xin suddenly jolted upright.
She created another anonymous account and opened Yun Li’s profile. Staring at the top three donors, her fingers started moving again.
“Want to know what Xiao Yun really looks like?”
“Tuantuan!” Yun Li was genuinely furious now, swinging a fly swatter at the system floating in the air.
The little creature shrieked, “Host! You didn’t read the details—how is this my fault?!”
Yun Li didn’t believe a word. She wanted nothing more than to smack the system to death.
A few hours earlier—
Yun Li had wanted to escalate things and force the platform to deal with Yun Xin.
The idea was good—but she forgot about the platform algorithm. Her post was quickly suppressed, and no one engaged with it.
So she set her sights on the hacking skill in the system shop.
Then she saw the price.
Basic hacking: 1000 points
Advanced hacking: 2000 points
Top-tier hacking: 5000 points
Looking at her miserable 30 points, Yun Li felt utterly powerless—like a eunuch trying to get married.
Just as she was stressing, the system popped up.
As a system, its hacking ability was far beyond the 5000-point top-tier skill.
More importantly—
It only charged 5 points.
Yun Li shamelessly gave in and placed the order immediately.
But when she received the bill, she froze.
Wasn’t it 5 points? Why was her balance negative?
Looking closer, she saw a tiny line at the bottom:
System service: 5 points/minute
Her brain short-circuited.
The system had operated for 13 minutes.
13 × 5 = 65 points.
Sixty-five.
After all that, she was now 35 points in debt.
Probably out of sheer anger, Yun Li’s brain suddenly kicked into overdrive. She remembered a red button at the bottom of the shop.
Calmly, she opened it, scrolled down—
And there it was.
Report.
Without hesitation, she slammed her finger down.
“Exploitative system 001—just you wait, I’m reporting you to death!”