Chapter 22.5: Invisible Lover (22)

 Aside from the streamer, viewers outside could manipulate the broadcast image under the objective perspective like this.

 The visuals each person saw could become different, and they could also observe more precisely.

 Viewers could adjust the frame themselves to focus on angles they were more interested in.

 However, just five seconds later, Wen Shichun switched the livestream back from the objective perspective to the primary (subjective) perspective.

 He had already fulfilled his promise.

 Show his face.

 Just for a moment.

 But the livestream chat exploded:

 [???]

 [Why did it switch back again???]

 [Where's my white-haired angel???]

 [What did I just see! White-haired beauty!!!]

 [Ahhhhhhh why did it switch back? I'm going crazy, I didn't even take a breath between those two perspective switches…]

 [Who was it that said someone with a nice voice must be ugly? Come out and stand in the corner!]

 [Xiao Shi… little angel… switch the perspective again, please…]

 ...

 But no matter what the barrage in the livestream said, Wen Shichun did not switch the perspective again.

 Wen Shichun said, "I've already shown my face once."

 That was exactly, word for word, what Claymont had asked for.

 After saying that, he offered no further reply.

 The livestream, which had quieted down somewhat after Claymont's appearance, instantly became even more frenzied. However, no matter what the people in the barrage said, or how they tried to tempt him with points, nothing could make the streamer change his mind.

 Claymont, who had made the earlier request, also did not appear again.

 This indicated that Wen Shichun had indeed fulfilled the other's request.

 It also caught Wen Shichun's attention—what exactly did this person want to see?

 Wen Shichun noted down the code name 'Claymont'.

 …

 After clamoring for a while with no response, someone in the livestream finally mentioned:

 [This is already the second S-rank bigshot I've seen appear in this livestream tonight.]

 [Not bad, both have offered our Xiao Shi some help. Thank you, bigshots.]

 [Are the bigshots still watching the stream? With bigshots here, I don't dare to act too wild.]

 [Gotta be careful and protect my codename.]

 [So why is an E-rank little angel in a B-rank instance!]

 [Obviously brought in by someone, right?]

 [Is it what I'm thinking?]

 [So the question is, what about the person who brought him in?]

 [The others are all dead. He belongs to me now.]

 [You're right, he belongs to me now!]

 [White hair... I love white hair the most... hehe... just like a little angel...]

 ...

 Inside the instance, Wen Shichun had just purchased the [Specter Detector] and naturally had no mind to worry about what was happening in the live stream at the moment.

 Fumbling as he took out the item, the moment the Specter Detector lit up, its user also held his breath.

 A minute passed.

 The detector didn't make a single sound.

 Only then did the person in the room let out a soft sigh of relief.

 He had been tired for a long time.

 Just like yesterday.

 Once night fell, his body grew utterly exhausted.

 Now that he knew there were no strange things in the room, Wen Shichun got up from the wooden chair and walked toward the large bed.

 His steps were light, clearly in a pleasant mood.

 The detector had a lifespan of seven hours after activation, which was more than enough for him to get a full night's sleep.

 As for that ghostly thing, if it came, he would naturally wake up.

 So when Wen Shichun lay down on the bed, his emotions were steady, his mind relaxed, and it took less than a minute for the man lying flat to breathe steadily as well.

 He seemed to have drifted into dreamland.

 ...

 But the suddenly blacked-out live stream wasn't doing so well:

 [...Why is the screen black again?]

 [Based on the movement route from earlier... Has Xiao Shi gone to lie down and sleep?]

 [What prop did Xiao Shi buy?]

 [Main view livestream... When he closes his eyes, we can't see anything anymore. How am I supposed to warn him about dangers in the instance now? Wuwuwu.]

 [I don't care, I'm staying up to watch over him tonight, until the moment he opens his eyes!]

 ***

 District 10 Villa.

 When Gu Heng saw the prop that the little streamer had been playing with for a while before placing it by the pillow, he nearly laughed out loud.

 "A Specter Detector? Is he serious?"

 Xiao Qi also raised his head, casting a confused look toward Xie Huai opposite him, and asked, "Isn't that something you put up for sale in the Panel Space, Brother Xie?"

 "Yeah, that useless... auxiliary prop," Gu Heng was genuinely amused by the E-rank streamer this time. "A prop that tells you ghosts are coming but has zero effect in actually warding them off."

 It's practically like a death knell.

 Just to notify the player: The ghosts are here.

 Who would use this prop in a real supernatural instance? Wouldn't it just keep beeping constantly?

 The streamer saved up so many points just to buy this?

 This is just too... adorable.

 Gu Heng had figured it out.

 This rookie streamer probably, from the moment he had enough points to spin the wheel, had his heart set on buying exactly this thing.

 Didn't you see how quickly he closed his eyes after getting his hands on the prop?

 Ignoring everyone else.

 Watching this, Gu Heng even felt a bit of pity.

 "I remember you set the price quite high when you first put it up for sale in the Panel Space?" Ge Baiyuan said, frowning slightly.

 Then he looked at Xie Huai: "Old Xie, this is really unkind of you, scamming points from an E-rank newcomer."

 The key point was, this E-rank obviously treasured it!

 At this moment, the people in the villa clearly had no idea that the E-rank they were talking about had actually gained quality spiritual power thanks to that very item.

 "I... I..."

 Xie Huai choked up.

 He hadn't expected it either!

 That thing had been sitting in the panel space for three years with no buyers! He had almost forgotten about that item himself.

 "I'll sponsor him a few more points."

 Finally, Xie Huai said awkwardly, rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed.

 If he had scammed someone else, it might have been fine.

 But how could he have scammed a fellow player from his own district?

 ***

 In the instance, in another room, Xun Yi glanced at Chang Zhao, who had already fallen asleep. The two were taking shifts to rest, after all, neither had slept well the previous night. Their original plan to catch up on sleep during the relatively safe daytime had been thwarted by the accelerated flow of time during the day.

 Now, Xun Yi opened a certain private chat window again.

 A message was already displayed there:

 [If there's another anomaly in the instance, I need you to immediately exercise your authority as an Enforcer. Identify the issue and let the rules intervene.]

 Seeing it, Xun Yi replied: [Understood.]

 But his brow remained furrowed.

 More anomalies?

 The initial request for him to enter this instance was to deal promptly with any rule-breaking operations that might occur.

 However, after Xun Yi boarded the train, he discovered that the contact person inside the instance was... rather peculiar.

 Moreover, regarding some earlier anomalies in the instance, the other party had been very picky, completely turning a blind eye to certain irregularities and forbidding Xun Yi from investigating them.

 Xun Yi had a pretty good guess about the reason, and of course, he wouldn’t investigate problems on his own side.

 Soon, another message came through:

 [If I die, don’t worry about it. Just get the E-rank out of the instance. Understood?]

 Seeing this, even Xun Yi was taken aback for a moment.

 He replied: [Are you sure?]

 But right after sending it, it dawned on him—

 Could the person in the instance right now be using a false identity?

 One that could be casually abandoned upon death?

 Xun Yi looked at the avatar in the chat window.

 Just then, a new message appeared behind the avatar: [Yes. Focus on your task. Protect the E-rank.]

 ...

 Finally closing the private chat, the bespectacled, refined-looking man let out a sigh.

 He thought to himself—this certainly wasn’t part of the deal from the start.

 ...

 In another room, the white-haired young man who had lain down seemed to have already slipped into a dream.

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