“Ding!”
“Daily Mission Released.”
“Mission Requirents: Livestream on Douyin for five hours. During the stream, have five female strears complete one of the following: ten push-ups, a ten-second handstand, the splits, a one-minute horse stance, and shouting ‘I’m a pervert’ ten tis.”
“Mission Reward: 3,000 points.”
Julian had just rcilessly drowned a fried dough stick in a bowl of salty soy milk when today’s daily mission popped into his mind.
'Five small tasks… Not bad.' Though they were a bit challenging and perverted, he wasn’t the one doing them—it was the five female strears.
After leisurely finishing breakfast, Julian headed to the backyard to play with his Pokémon for a while.
It wasn’t until past nine that he leaned back against Arcanine, pulled out his phone, and opened Douyin Live.
Instantly, everyone who followed Julian on Douyin received a notification:
Douyin: “The strear you follow has gone live.”
In less than a minute, over 30,000 people flooded into Julian’s livestream.
And the mont Douyin’s official team noticed Julian had started streaming, they imdiately pushed his broadcast to the top of recomndations, allocating massive platform resources to promote it.
Even if you hadn’t followed Julian, if you were scrolling through Douyin at that mont, the next video you’d see would be his livestream.
Today was the third day since Julian had beco a National-level Gym Leader, and his popularity hadn’t faded at all. In fact, it was only getting more intense.
He disabled the donation function outright. Julian had no need for that petty cash.
Three minutes later, the livestream’s viewer count had already hit three million—and it was still climbing.
Comnts were breaking past ten million in no ti.
[Little_Charmander_Who_Sells_Nukes: Julian, you’re amazing!]
[BulbasaurKing: Hey, have so manners! From now on, it’s ‘Gym Leader Walker.’]
[GardevoirQueen: King Julian, your Arcanine looks kinda silly in the back.]
[DogBreeder: Gym Leader Walker, is your Arcanine available for breeding?]
Comnts of all kinds flooded in, many discussing Julian’s new status as a Gym Leader. Of course, Julian had earned the position through his own strength—but that didn’t stop so from speculating he’d only gotten it because of his Champion grandfather.
Julian couldn’t be bothered to respond to such comnts. Besides, anyone who posted them was quickly blasted into oblivion by his fanbase.
Julian’s fanbase dwarfed even so so-called international celebrities—and most of his fans were young people.
[Elite_Marley: Gym Leader Walker, I applied to challenge your gym. Why was I rejected?]
Julian noticed this comnt—especially since the userna was officially verified by Douyin, aning this person really was an Elite Trainer.
To challenge a national-level gym, the trainer had to be at least a pseudo-Elite. That was the bare minimum requirent just to apply.
After applying, the Gym has the right to reject the challenge—but it can only refuse three tis. If the challenger still applies after three rejections, the Gym Leader must accept.
Since Julian had beco the youngest Gym Leader, the number of challengers for the Steel-type Gym had suddenly skyrocketed.
So wanted to test Julian’s skills, while others believed his strength was exaggerated and saw this as an opportunity to earn the Steel Badge easily.
Among the eighteen national-level Gyms, Steel, Dragon, and Ghost had always been the least challenged—because their leaders were notoriously strong.
But now, after Julian took over, the number of challengers for the Steel Gym alone surpassed the total of the other seventeen Gyms combined.
Julian didn’t reject any applicants ranked in the top 100 of the Elite leaderboard. But for those outside the rankings? He refused every ti—though many kept reapplying for a second or third attempt.
So Julian gave a straightforward explanation on the stream.
[Elite_Marley: I’m depressed now!!!]
This triggered so viewers in the comnts to say Julian was arrogant and full of himself.
But Julian ignored them—he still had a system mission to complete.
"Today, let’s see what kind of quality strears Douyin has to offer."
With that, Julian started scrolling through random livestreams—not specifically looking for female strears.
There were gaming strears, food strears, singing strears, Pokémon trainers, and, of course, the classic beauty strears.
'This one’ll do.'
After browsing over a dozen streams, he stopped at one titled "Psyduck’s Dumb Little Face."
The strear was a fair-skinned, long-legged beauty, with less than 10,000 viewers. Next to her sat a genuinely dopey-looking Psyduck.
Thanks to beauty filters and makeup, Douyin was flooded with "beauties," so purely looks-based strears actually had far less traction than those with actual skills—like gaming, cooking, or Pokémon training.
But Julian didn’t care whether her beauty was natural or manufactured. As long as she was pretty, it worked for him.
He imdiately sent a "Sports Car" gift—worth 10,000.
The small-ti strear, who had been casually chatting with her audience, was stunned.
For her, a single Sports Car was a massive deal—her entire monthly inco was only around 20-30k.
> “Thanks—”
Before she could finish, her screen was suddenly flooded with Sports Cars.
The strear was speechless. In an instant, Julian had beco her #1 top donor. Her mind raced—
'If this guy asks for sothing inappropriate… should I agree? Or… should I agree?'
But then she noticed her viewer count had surpassed one million—a number she never even dread of reaching.
And the comnts were all the sa:
> [King Julian has arrived.]
'King Julian? Who’s that?'
The rookie strear was montarily dazed, but when she noticed the top donor’s userna—Julian—she jolted upright, nearly leaping out of her chair.
Viewers: 'Damn, those are so dangerous weapons!!'
Even Julian’s eyes lit up in appreciation.
If there was one person dominating the headlines lately, it was undoubtedly Julian.
- Pseudo-Champion Trainer
- National Steel-type Gym Leader
- Heir of the Walker Family
- Grandson of a Champion
- Son of the Steel-type Elite
Any one of these titles would be enough to earn endless admiration. But Julian had all of them—this guy was practically cheating fate itself.
> "King Julian, I’ll dance for you! Or—or I can sing!"
The young strear was shaking with excitent, nearly trembling like a leaf. anwhile, the silly Psyduck beside her continued staring blankly at its owner.
Julian: “Ten push-ups. Do that, and I’ll send you a hundred sports cars.”
The strear had already been ntally preparing herself for… 'private gratitude sessions' with her benefactor. But when she read his demand, her expression instantly froze.
Even the viewers were stunned. Was Julian trolling her?
But when the 'well-endowed' strear actually started doing push-ups, the chat collectively lost its mind.
Comnts:
["Words cannot express my gratitude. From now on, you’re my sworn brother."]
["King Julian, you’ve blessed us all."]
["This is content worth paying taxes for!"]
The strear seed aware that her outfit wasn’t exactly… push-up friendly (and risked a ban), but she gritted her teeth and powered through.
The mont she finished her tenth push-up, Julian promptly sent 100 Sports Cars—then imdiately fled her livestream.
anwhile, dia outlets, which had been scraping the bottom of the barrel for Julian-related headlines, were now handed fresh material on a silver platter.
They already had headlines ready to go:
《Behind Gym Leader Walker’s 100 Sports Cars: A Story of Generosity or Madness?》
《SHOCKING: King Julian Leads an Army of a Million Viewers to Witness… Push-Ups?!》
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