Livestreaming To Fame In An Infinite Flow World Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Six Suns (9)

“No wonder he can do something like use a human head as a landmark.” Realizing whose territory this was, Young Master Xue nearly wanted to curl up and run. “If it were Jiang Jiu, I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

Fatty didn’t hold back, mocking him: “Look at you, shaking like a leaf. I bet your courage isn’t even the size of my big toe.”

“You don’t understand Jiang Jiu,” Young Master Xue emphasized. “I’m not exaggerating. Even the fans who watch his streams think he’s way too ruthless.”

Jian Yuntai squatted on the ground, examining the wall trim.

“Are you even listening to me?” Young Master Xue panicked, wanting to say more.

Fatty patted his shoulder, winked, and lowered his voice: “Did you forget where Dadan’er transferred from to join the Zhao’an Team?”

Young Master Xue froze, then mumbled foolishly: “Xiang’an.”

“Think about what that bunch of maniacs in the Xiang’an Team have done. Just pick anyone at random and imagine.”

“…”

“Feeling better now?”

“Way better.” Young Master Xue felt a knot in his chest, only to be gripped by a new wave of panic. “What exactly did Brother Jian do? From what I’ve seen, he seems fairly normal—doesn’t seem crazy at all.”

“There’s a saying: a beautiful face, a ruthless heart.” Fatty still had the energy to joke, whispering, “Look at that face. At least someone capable of carrying nukes to bomb the UN.”

“I can hear you.” Jian Yuntai’s temple twitched, and he squinted at the two of them.

“Yeah, we know you can.” Fatty smirked, grabbing Young Master Xue and pulling him along. “Found anything new?”

Jian Yuntai didn’t bother arguing and pointed to a corner: “There are scratches and paint marks here. Looks like a car did it.”

“They have a car?!” Fatty’s eyes lit up instantly.

The two of them exchanged a knowing glance, silently communicating. Young Master Xue panicked: “Y-you-you… you’re not thinking of stealing a car, are you? Calm down, brother! Just run while we still can!”

“It’s too late.” Jian Yuntai patted his pants and stood. “Haven’t you wondered why no one is guarding the door here?”

“Why?”

“It means that if strangers come in, they have a way of knowing. No need for a guard.”

Young Master Xue was shocked: “How do they know?!”

**

“Someone’s coming.”

In the underground garage, a player with giant, scallop-shaped ears slowly opened his eyes. “I hear footsteps.”

“How many?” others nearby became alert.

“Three… no, four…” the big-eared player admitted. “One of the steps doesn’t sound human—it’s like an animal.”

“An animal?!” Jiang Liu immediately straightened, jumping down from the off-road vehicle with an excited, feral grin. “Only that Fatty Chen Sanxian could bring animals in this instance. It must be those three. I’m going to kill them!”

He left with a bird-type mutant.

The garage was still crowded with natives, sweating and struggling to breathe. Yet under Jiang Jiu’s oppressive presence, they barely mustered the strength to push carts.

Some players disagreed: “Those are all streamers. Streamers are trouble. Going against them is the worst option. Even if we confront them, you can’t just send two people, right?”

“Since they’re all streamers, killing just one gets me into the livestream team. If I kill all three, the remaining two spots become opportunities for you.”

Jiang Jiu smiled, seeing the fleeting greed in the players’ eyes. “No need for extra people. One cowardly Sinister Human Type, one immature Sinister Ghost Type, and one newly-adulted newbie—I alone can handle them. Add a gray-headed albatross Sinister Monster Type to speed things up. This lineup is already generous.”

Then Jiang Jiu asked: “Where are they now?”

The ear-sensitive mutant focused: “They haven’t moved. Probably saw the landmark and are afraid to advance.”

“Good. Very good.”

Jiang Jiu sneered. “Let that place become the grave of these three scum.”

**

“Since Jiang Jiu knows we’re here, shouldn’t we leave immediately?” Young Master Xue urged. “Even if we can’t exit the cinema, at least hide in a theater hall.”

Jian Yuntai’s tone was flat: “It’s useless to hide. Jiang Jiu might have a Sinister Monster Type that detects sound. Hiding will only put us at a huge disadvantage.”

Fatty ground his teeth: “Then we might as well fight them head-on!”

Jian Yuntai said bluntly: “We can’t win.”

“…”

The expressions of Fatty and Young Master Xue matched perfectly—like wearing masks of despair.

“What do we do then?!”

New viewers in the live stream had just clicked in, planning to leave, but the panic of the two had infected them. They started to worry too.

“When running an instance, the worst are Sinister Spirit Types. Once you get on their bad side, you’ve essentially angered a whole team.”


“Jian Dadan’s got it rough—he ran into Jiang Jiu at the start. He won’t get killed just after joining the stream team, right?”


“If this happened to me, I’d completely break… How is Jian Dadan so calm? I can’t understand.”

The viewers were anxious and confused as they watched Jian Yuntai stand and move through the side hall.

Beyond the side hall was a corridor, flanked by many theater halls with wide-open doors. Bright lights illuminated the empty rows of seats, eerie and chilling in the stark daylight.

Jian Yuntai checked each hall, then glanced back: “When you’re at a disadvantage, learn to turn it into an advantage.”

He whispered to Fatty and Young Master Xue for a moment. Their expressions shifted from confusion to delight in just two minutes. Fatty exclaimed, excitedly patting Jian Yuntai’s shoulder: “I see your little brain is sharp!”

Even cowardly Young Master Xue straightened up, admiration and excitement written on his face: “How did you come up with such a cunning plan? Brilliant!”

“???” The live chat exploded:

“What’s up? Don’t be shy, tell us too!”


“Can’t be too loud—afraid Jiang Jiu’s people will hear. But aaaaah! I’m so curious! What did he say?”


“Jian Dadan is amazing… my brain is frozen, I can’t think of anything. I’m so dumb wuwuwu…”

Old viewers scratched their heads in curiosity; new viewers were skeptical: “What can they even do in this situation? If they can’t win, aren’t they just waiting to die?”

While the chat debated, the three in the instance had rolled up their sleeves and started working.

They moved through the corridor, shifting things around. Although visible in the stream, nobody could figure out what they were doing.

Time passed slowly, the curiosity of the viewers peaking, all spamming question marks.

More and more viewers clicked in from recommendations, opening to a screen full of question marks.

“Damn, what the hell is going on?”

Many had seen streams that opened with tons of likes or dislikes, but this was the first time they’d seen a screen full of question marks—so many it shocked them.

Some of Jiang Liu’s viewers joined in, wanting the “victim’s perspective,” lines rehearsed in their heads:

“In the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile!”

Swish swish swish—


The text didn’t even stay on screen for half a second before being flooded by question marks.

“??? What’s wrong with you all? Usually, when two streamers start, fans visit each other’s streams to roast them!”

Swish swish swish—


This time, not even 0.1 seconds remained.

Jiang Liu’s viewers were utterly confused, feeling powerless as if punching cotton.

About ten minutes later, a thud-thud came from the corridor’s end. It sounded like a large bird crashing straight into walls, unable to turn, then redirecting and charging again.

Jian Yuntai stood in the center of the side hall, expressionless.

Dust swirled, echoing everywhere.

A bird-type mutant grabbed Jiang Liu by the shoulders, landing with him in the side hall.

With a loud thud, Jiang Liu fell heavily to the ground as if he were a human stake. His legs, thick and solid like elephant trunks, resembled the stone lions at a temple gate—massive and menacing.

The bird-type mutant carrying him, a gray-headed albatross, circled constantly beneath the ceiling. Its gray wings spread and closed like storm clouds, forming shapes that gathered and dispersed.

“Why are you alone?” Jiang Liu sneered at Jian Yuntai, a cold, mocking smile on his face. “The other two have abandoned you?”

Jian Yuntai chuckled lightly. “Maybe.”

“Killing just you is enough for me,” Jiang Liu laughed loudly, then gave a command: “Albatross, grab him and drop him by my side!”

As soon as he spoke, the albatross swooped down with powerful wings.

His hands had already mutated into the talons of a massive raptor, nails five centimeters thick, curved and razor-sharp. Under the bright overhead lights, Jian Yuntai could even see the reflection on the claws—cold and blade-like.

He took several steps back, turning to run down the long corridor behind him.

“Fool! A lowborn is always a lowborn, uncultured trash,” Jiang Liu sneered. “You’re going to die out there too!”

The albatross hovered just outside the corridor. It was about to fold its wings and dive in again when it saw Jian Yuntai running back toward it.

For a moment, it was utterly confused. Then, when it looked up, it froze.

It wasn’t just Jian Yuntai running back. Behind him surged hundreds, even thousands, of the living dead.

The undead had lingered at the iron gate for a long time. As soon as they entered, they poured in like a flood, claws raised, attacking with ferocious force.

At a glance, it looked like a zombie siege. The place was packed solid—there was no room to slip through.

“He opened the iron gate!” the albatross screeched in anger. Birds feared being tangled up, so it had no choice but to fly several meters higher to avoid the undead leaping up to grab its legs.

Jian Yuntai ran like the wind, passing just a meter to Jiang Liu’s left. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled lightly. “Goodbye.”

“So naive.”

Jiang Liu’s eyes overflowed with ridicule, and he let out a cold, mocking laugh. He didn’t even need to speak further—the albatross had already swooped down, effortlessly lifting him into the air.

“Fly down, grab Jian Yuntai!”

The albatross furrowed its brow and shouted, “I can’t! Too many of the living dead! I can’t free a hand to grab him!”

“You don’t need to grab him.” Jiang Liu’s face radiated determination, and he deliberately raised his voice to intimidate Jian Yuntai. “You fly me down, and I’ll take him. I’ll wrap my arms around his neck and strangle him in midair until he suffocates… then I’ll throw him into the pile of living dead…”

Before he could finish speaking, Jian Yuntai strode across the side hall and reached the corridor at the other end.

“Fatty, close the door!”

The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut.

Even the albatross’s expression turned mocking, and it shook its head.

—So naive. They really thought that closing the door would trap Jiang Liu in the side hall. Did this person really transfer from the Xiang’an Team with that level of IQ?

If a single door could stop a Sinister Monster Type, then all the Sinister Monster Types in the world could just retire.

“Seeking death.”

The albatross carried Jiang Liu as it flew over.


Jiang Liu shot the door a disdainful glance and reached out to push it open.

The moment his palm touched the door, his entire body convulsed violently, and he let out a miserable scream. Very quickly, the albatross also dropped from the air. The two of them collapsed to the ground, unable to get back up for quite a while.

The living dead pounced like ravenous beasts.

Jiang Liu angrily flung the living dead off him. The arrogant expression he had always worn finally cracked, and he shouted in panic, “What did you do? Why is there electricity leaking from this?!”

Behind the door—

Jian Yuntai strained to shove a cabinet firmly against it. Fatty and Young Master Xue stood on either side of the door, cautiously pouring water over the top. Luckily, they had snatched several bottles of water from Jian Yuntai earlier and had kept them until now instead of drinking them.

Wrapped around the door were five xenon lamps.

Jiang Liu cursed nonstop outside. From the sound of it, his fear had already reached its limit. After about three minutes, he no longer had the energy to curse. He just kept roaring the same two words over and over:

“Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!!!”

There was no need to imagine how miserable it must have been outside. The viewers in the livestream were completely stunned.

So fast. So decisive.


And even so simple.

The bloody battle they had imagined never happened. Or rather, the bloodshed was entirely on Jiang Liu’s side. On Jian Yuntai’s side, everything was calm and unhurried—they even had time to chat.

“What is this thing? How is it this powerful?” Young Master Xue stared curiously at the xenon lamps and reached out, wanting to touch one.

Sensing that there was no longer any force pushing against the door, Jian Yuntai simply sat down on the cabinet bracing it.

“If you touch it, you’ll be electrocuted to death.”

“…!” Young Master Xue instantly snatched his hand back in fright. Still curious, he asked, “But when I moved this thing earlier, I didn’t get shocked.”

“That’s because the xenon lamps weren’t powered on just now.” Seeing how intensely curious he was, Jian Yuntai casually explained, “These are everywhere in cinemas—they’re just projectors. Xenon lamp projectors need the ambient temperature to stay between ten and thirty degrees Celsius, and humidity has to be below eighty-five percent. Otherwise, the internal fan wiring or cables can get damp, which easily causes a short circuit and blows a fuse. In that situation, once you power it on, it leaks electricity.”

Young Master Xue listened in a daze. Aside from the words “leaks electricity,” everything else went in one ear and out the other.

He asked blankly, “I don’t think we learned this in high school, did we?”

“It wasn’t from high school.” Jian Yuntai lowered his eyes, his gaze as still as stagnant water. “Before the Sinister Types awakened, I took a lot of random jobs just to survive.”

At that moment, Jiang Liu’s collapsing roar came from outside: “Why does it shock me even when I throw something at it?!”

The albatross was already entangled by the living dead and couldn’t break free. It urgently shouted, “Don’t smash it with an iron rod! Use something insulated. Check if there’s anything wooden nearby!”

“Wood…” Jiang Liu’s face lit up with joy.

Earlier, Jiang Jiu had cleared out everything in the side hall to display the human heads. But the ticket-checking cabinet had been left in a corner since it didn’t get in the way, so they hadn’t bothered to remove it.

He had never imagined that the ticket-checking cabinet would save his life.

Rage surged straight to Jiang Liu’s head. His eyes were filled with fury—and thick killing intent.

Once he smashed the door open, he would skin Jian Yuntai alive.


Once he smashed the door open, he would kill Jian Yuntai in the cruelest way possible and make him regret ever coming into this world.

Once he smashed the door open…

Jiang Liu looked toward the corner where the ticket-checking cabinet had been placed. Suddenly, all the hatred, fury, and killing intent on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by utter blankness.

Why wasn’t the ticket-checking cabinet there?!

At that moment, Jian Yuntai’s voice came from behind the door, sounding exactly like when he had said “goodbye” earlier.

“Looking for the ticket-checking cabinet?”

There was a faint trace of laughter in his voice. “Sorry about that. I already used it to block the door.”

“?!!!”

Jiang Liu slid down against the door in despair and sank to the floor.

Not far away, the albatross let out a scream. Like cats catching the scent of blood, the living dead swarmed it and tore it apart. After finishing with the albatross, they turned in unison to look at Jiang Liu.

His face had turned ashen and drained of all color. He finally realized that death was already right in front of him.

He went mad trying to escape, but ahead of him were hundreds—no, thousands—of living dead, and behind him was the electrified door. Never before had he felt such regret.

But regret came too late.


In the final instant of his life, several living dead with wide-open mouths and drooling tongues lunged at him—

Jiang Liu’s livestream abruptly went black.


A line of text appeared beneath it: The streamer account has been deleted.

“…………”

It took several full minutes before the viewers finally processed what had happened. Then the barrage of comments exploded in an instant.

“Holy shit?!!!”

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