"The sixth place among the top hundred Dream Patrol strears! With thirty-six million fans, this ultra-popular entertainer known for her sweet appearance is the Dream Patrol strear who specializes in entertainnt videos with over a hundred million plays, including ’Demon Miss Arrives at the Louyue Era (updated to p32)’ and ’Online Construction of the Steam Era Demon Mansion’ - ’Please call Demon Miss’!"
"Please welco Demon Miss to the stage to accept her award!"
On the fantastical stage, the host wearing a red and white bunny costu raised the microphone high. The excitent in the venue reached its peak.
This is the award ceremony for Dream Patrol strears in the 830th year of the Old Era.
To motivate Dream Patrol strears, every year the world conducts an assessnt of over a hundred million strears worldwide, based on fan count, popularity, contribution, and topic interest, to select the top hundred Dream Patrol strears. People can watch the ceremony simply by wearing a Dream Patrol helt, and as many as millions are watching.
Although three years have passed since the death of the first Dream Patrol family, the Dream Patrol gas remain at four, with the fifth ga yet to launch.
As the bunny-dressed host announced the na "Demon Miss," the audience’s enthusiasm reached its climax. They waved glow sticks passionately, openly expressing their affection:
"Demon Miss - Demon Miss!"
"I will always love your smile - Demon Miss’s streams have healed !"
"Demon Miss becoming one of the top hundred Dream Patrol strears is well-deserved! Keep going forward! Beco the greatest entertainnt Dream Patrol strear!!"
With pink hair and bright purple eyes, her smile heals hearts.
Demon Miss’s image is deeply ingrained in people’s minds.
Her hair adorned with tiny crimson devil horns, wearing a pink and white poofy dress, the young girl stepped onto the stage with musical steps, appearing utterly dreamlike. Upon first glance, words like "sweet," "beautiful," "healing" flood people’s minds.
"Demon Miss is here—!" the girl shouted joyfully, winking with a smile. Her entire body was surrounded by pink special effects, as if little devil wings unfurled behind her.
People are very familiar with this gesture. Every night at eight o’clock sharp, when Demon Miss starts streaming, she greets this way. And at around three or four in the morning, when she finishes her stream, she would smile and bid farewell to the cara in the sa manner.
Her most captivating trait is her unique vitality. While other Dream Patrol strears occasionally show negative emotions, she never does. She consistently wears a smile that heals hearts, even when faced with unpleasant situations, she maintains a smile.
The bunny-dressed host recited her award speech: "Demon Miss’s story can be described as legendary. Three years ago, she was just a budding new strear, having stread for half a year ’The Cat and Her’ with average popularity. However, she beca suddenly famous after appearing during the first Dream Patrol family’s stream. During the duration of The First Tower, she blocked a sword intended for the first Dream Patrol family, earning recognition from everyone online."
"Afterwards, Demon Miss did not disappoint her fans. Over these three years, her entertainnt videos gained imnse popularity, and her daily streams were filled with energy, earning her the title ’The Ever-Smiling Demon Miss’ across the entire internet! With a fan count of thirty-six million, she achieved the sixth place across the entire internet, truly well-deserved!"
On the fantastical stage, Demon Miss smiled as she accepted the golden trophy, gently rubbing it against her cheek, as if cherishing this mont.
Looking at the vast sky-like audience, seeing the love and smiles on their faces, gazing at the posters and banners of Demon Miss...
God.
Su Luoluo at that mont felt a nearly eternal happiness.
The spotlight shone on her, her fan count skyrocketing, leaping as if on a rocket. At this mont, the whole internet was watching her, because she was ranked sixth among Dream Patrol strears.
God.
Her cheek pressed tightly against the cold gold trophy.
If this were a dream... if I wake up and am still that baggage Su Luoluo squeezed into a barren little house, enduring beatings from my gambler father every day...
Please let remain asleep.
"Demon Miss - Demon Miss - Demon Miss—"
A tidal wave of cheering.
Such intense love, such profound love...
Su Luoluo raised her trophy high, small devil wings’ special effects unfurling behind her:
"I will continue to work hard, dedicated to bringing everyone more entertainnt live streams and videos. Demon Miss has descended to the human world for three and a half years, and she will continue to inspect the human realm—please support !"
...
After stepping offstage, Su Luoluo received greetings from many Dream Patrol strears. Three years ago, these strears were beyond her reach, but now, none compare to her.
A young man stood up, dressed simply in a white shirt. Yet even in such simple attire, he t nurous eyes filled with admiration.
"Collaborate often in the future." Yi Zhongyu’s voice was concise and capable, his brows like a blade.
Su Luoluo smiled, blinked: "Okay."
It was undoubted that Yi Zhongyu was in the top three. Their collaboration boosted Su Luoluo’s popularity, offering little benefit to Yi Zhongyu. Yet throughout these three years, he always proposed to collaborate, exhausting every effort to help boost her popularity, as if desperately making up for sothing.
Su Luoluo lowered her eyelids.
...Perhaps, Yi Zhongyu was helping her, through her image, to rember soone he could no longer see.
Holding the golden trophy, she turned to walk back, hearing so discordant voices as she turned the backstage corner:
"Demon Miss actually ranks sixth? That’s nice, chatting with male fans to gain such high popularity."
"She’s neither a strong figure like Yi Zhongyu nor a technical strear like Norse. She’s only popular because her character looks good and her voice is sweet. I’ve watched her videos; the editing skills are just average, and it’s mainly the program effects that are good; that’s what the audience likes."
"I’m already sick of her fans, each one living like they’re in a dream, seeing her as a real demon. As if there’s a real demon in the world."
"Heh heh... mainly riding the Old God’s wave, I’d say. Since the Old God’s death, she suddenly beca popular; maybe people see her as an Old God’s friend, so they take care of her this way."
"A pig on a wind wave..."
Listening to these voices, Su Luoluo’s brows and eyes were shrouded in shadow, her pink hair tugging at cloud-shaped hairpins, loose bangs hanging ssily on her forehead. She halted, her head slightly bowed.
Teeth lightly clenched, quickly released. The sadness leaking from her pupils was swiftly buried.
...You cannot be angry. If you show that ugly expression, it will be captured, made into clips and posted online. You’ll be criticized for "image marketing" again.
...Su Luoluo. Smile, smile. Even if your initial smile was just to soothe everyone, now you have so many fans, you must always smile.
Slightly raised eyebrows, lips pursed, the curve lifting—
Good, good.
Demon Miss’s smile appeared once more.
Now that the Old God has passed, the army of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance has never disbanded, and wars from the Steam Age continue to break out everywhere. Knights versus Heretics, nations fighting over relics... it makes one feel sorrowful.
That’s why she needs to bring happiness.
"Log off." She murmured to herself.
She exited the Dream Patrol Space, removed the Dream Patrol Helt.
"Little... Cloud... fluff." She sat on the bed, softly chanting.
She had longed countless tis.
Maybe little Cloud Fluff didn’t die.
Perhaps one day, he would push open the door and tell her he was ho.
But on that rainy night three years ago, up in the sky, a pristine Holy Sword pierced through the forehead of the Old God, his pupils already dilated, even the Deity pronounced his death. Later, a group of madn ca and took away his body, amid the chaos like crows flying, drums beating.
People went crazy for months. So gathered, shouted through loudspeakers overnight, hoping to call back the Old God’s soul. So built tall posts online, writing eulogies for the Old God every day. The people of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance acted more insane, ambushing and attacking the nearby Holy Alliance Army without a care for lives, as if wanting to unleash all their anger and sorrow.
The entire world seed gray. Even the Dream Patrol Family collectively mourned for a long ti.
The reason this mourning lasted so long is because the Deity did nothing to stop it. No control of the narrative, no issuing oracles, no sending the Holy Alliance Army to intervene, nothing at all. As if the Deity too was in deep mourning, letting people rember the Old God.
Even though the Old God only appeared briefly for seven days, his speeches and actions awakened too many numb people. During that rain of special dicine, Starfire had ignited, and people were unwilling to return to a numb era. Yet three years passed, and the Old God had never appeared, his death settled.
"Little Cloud Fluff." Su Luoluo softly called once more. Even though she knew there would be no response.
Outside, the harsh sound of construction rang out; outside was filled with pipes coiling like pythons and densely packed buildings. People adorned with chanical arms walked the streets, occasionally, so clergy rushed by.
"The water bill exceeded again last month? Why is water so expensive now..."
"No new gas have appeared, the main plots of ’Louyue Nation’ and ’Girl’s Dream Plan’ are stuck, in these three years, the Black Mist only reduced by 10%, resources are increasingly scarce... It’s said, the Union Governnt is planning to implent a resource control plan."
"Damn... The people from the Steam Age are so troubleso, fighting every day."
"Selling chanical arms—selling chanical arms—selling cybernetic beauty lenses—selling electronic wooden fish—"
Su Luoluo shut the window, sealing off these noises.
She went downstairs, heading to the hospital.
She lived at the Human Self-Rescue Alliance’s base, which had developed quite well. There were just thirteen light rail lines, covering an area comparable to three large cities. It was divided into the Central District, Inner District, Outer District, and Suburban District.
On Vice Alliance Hierarch Yamada Machiichi’s suggestion, the base was nad [Dawn City]. Although many players said the na was ominous, they still used this na.
The very center of Dawn City housed an Old God Church, founded under Bishop Li’s leadership, the plaza had a large statue of the Old God. Bishop Li also set up a relief fund, establishing hope schools, hospitals, and orphanages.
Su Luoluo arrived at the hospital ward’s entrance, and with her strength as a Second Rank Talisman Family mber, she climbed to the window of the ward, looking through the glass at the woman on the bed.
"Mom." Su Luoluo said.
The woman lay unconscious, not responding to her.
Mom’s condition worsened, cancer was a disease uncurable. Three years had passed, mom could only lie on the bed struggling to breathe, even contracting other diseases, becoming contagious. No matter how much money Su Luoluo had now, it couldn’t bring her back.
After Su Luoluo finished her daily live stream, she would sit on the windowsill, accompanying her mom through the glass until dawn.
Today should be the last ti.
The Deity had written her mom’s death conclusion, on this day, January 1st of the year 830... dying of illness.
Su Luoluo sat like this, nibbling an apple in her hand. Until the white snow covered her shoulders, until the familiar visage at the far end of her vision gradually turned into a layer of white snow.
Until she lost her last relative in the world.
In the desolation around her, she was finally alone.
After handling the aftermath, Su Luoluo walked stiffly down the street with weary steps, the all-encompassing snow leaving her bewildered. She obviously had much to do, like editing new videos, preparing for the evening’s live stream... But, now she didn’t want to do anything.
If she rested for just one day, those trolls would jump out, saying she’s arrogant and acting like a diva.
Today is the First Month’s First Day, a holiday akin to New Year. Many people hung new lights, set off fireworks. The aroma of food wafted out, cheerful laughter could be heard everywhere.
In the snow, Su Luoluo stamped solitary footprints.
She heard noise coming from the Old God Church. She joined in the excitent and walked over.
The Old God Church was distributing Dream Patrol Helts, turns out the fifth ga had appeared, people could claim helts.
Bishop Li, ever kind-hearted, personally purchased over ten thousand Dream Patrol Helts, distributing them for free. Similar welfare, like free rice, noodles, hot porridge, bread, had occurred many tis these three years.
"After three years, the fifth ga has appeared? How sudden." Su Luoluo muttered, "Then I definitely have to go back and stream, otherwise I’ll definitely be attacked by trolls..."
She was about to turn around when sothing tugged at her heart. Her gaze fixed on two young n with black hair and blue eyes, one tall and one short.
She faintly felt... they seed very familiar.
...
"What’s your na?" The priest asked.
"I am Strawberry, and he’s Banana." Noel said with a laugh.
"Please be serious! This is a formal registration! Dream Patrol Helts are very precious!" The priest’s face turned black.
"We really are nad like this. You can’t discriminate against us because our nas are odd, can you?" Noel sighed.
"..." The priest could only lower his head to register.
"No... Strawberry." Su Ming’an reluctantly called this alias, "But Banana as a na..."
They indeed needed aliases, but no one said they had to choose such outrageous ones. Noel being called Strawberry was one thing, but Banana as a na seed a bit...
"Then what do you want to be called?" Noel tilted his head, "Orange? Peach? Ginseng?"
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