"You want to help ?" Su Luoluo said, "Little Cloud, actually, as my friend, you’ve already been helping all along. Without you, I would have collapsed a long ti ago being alone, you don’t need to promise anything more."
She still regarded him as an ordinary student.
Su Ming’an shook his head: "But that’s far from enough. Your ambition is ’to beco the number one entertainnt dream patrol family’. If it’s just a combination of an ordinary student and a new live strear, it’s impossible to achieve this wish. In a chaotic world, the saying ’where there’s a will, there’s a way’ only applies to a few. Making wishes that far exceed one’s original background will face countless jealousy and envy. No matter how grand the ideal is, it requires a certain realistic foundation."
Su Luoluo’s cat eyes stared at Su Ming’an: "...How can you beco such a realistic foundation then? Little Cloud, don’t you count as an ordinary student?"
Su Ming’an was silent for a mont.
He indeed did not count.
Su Wensheng, as the alliance hierarch of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, even if he pretended to be asleep and hid here, definitely did not count within the scope of ’ordinary students’. But Su Luoluo thought he was really just an ordinary person and trusted him completely.
He wanted to speak, but Su Luoluo suddenly said, "No need to say anything."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an exquisite smile like a ragdoll cat: "I know you’ll help at twelve o’clock tonight, that’s enough. I don’t care what you will do, nor do I care what you’ve concealed, because you are my friend, I trust you. Compared to not having a way back, I think what’s more terrifying is—not even being given a path from the start, not having the opportunity to ’turn back’. The possibility of dreams being locked away, that’s what truly frightens the most."
"Little Cloud. I’m not such a noble person, my kindness and ability are limited to the level of ordinary people. Seeing those residents in the city who are suffering from hunger, sotis I will give them so bread, but most of the ti, even I have to starve, so in most cases, when I look at the emaciated figures of people, I can only helplessly watch them fall and starve to death, inwardly cursing myself for being powerless. I recognize more clearly than anyone that I am an ordinary person, with nothing extraordinary about ."
"Genes represent the upper limit I can reach in the future, and social background and relationships have locked in a web of relationships. Without the chance of a windfall, my life can only be confined to the level of a small strear, staying in this impoverished small town my whole life, even if I suddenly beco famous one day, it would be like winning the lottery, and soon I’ll sink back into obscurity, not to ntion my unrealistic ideals."
"So." She raised her paw and touched his orange fur: "If there’s a chance, I’ll seize it with all my might and accept it."
Her eyes are filled with starlight, but behind the starlight is overwhelming gloom.
Su Ming’an finally understood why such contradictory qualities as "vitality" and "gloominess" coexisted within her.
—Her desires and ideals gave her moth-to-fla hope. Her powerlessness and sense of disparity made her feel despair rooted in a barren reality. Thus, they always coexisted within her slender body, constantly clashing and entangled with her pain until death.
Su Ming’an said: "I understand now."
He sprinted forward.
The city’s wind carried the sll of gasoline and sewage, and he ran forward on his four short legs, rembering Little i.
Like Su Luoluo, Little i was born into an unfortunate environnt and couldn’t escape.
But unlike Little i’s complete kindness, Su Luoluo soberly recognized her situation, harboring expectations for the world like Little i, yet painfully realizing that she couldn’t escape this impoverished situation. She’s only eighteen, yet she lives exceptionally aware.
Su Luoluo quickly caught up: "I keep finding you more mysterious lately."
Su Ming’an didn’t respond, just said: "Did you restart the live broadcast room?"
"The Union Governnt should have finished broadcasting, the audience has returned, I can indeed start my live stream again." Su Luoluo rembered this as well and opened her live broadcast room.
As soon as the live broadcast room opened, her eyes were t with a dazzling view, the gift effects from a tall building flashed wildly, spectacular effects in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple filled her vision.
She stopped in her tracks.
"How... is it possible?" She rubbed her eyes, suspecting she had seen it wrong.
—A viewer with the ID "Eldest Prince’s Number One Fangirl" had tipped her a "Whirlwind Building."
Su Ming’an thought silently. This gift must have been sent by Xin Yue.
...
["Eldest Prince’s Number One Fangirl" tipped the strear "Please Call Demon King Miss" a "Whirlwind Building" *1, with a ssage: I like the strear.]
...
The "Whirlwind Building" is an extrely expensive gift on the Dream Patrol live streaming platform, worth 1000 dream patrol spirit points. Such gifts are only occasionally received by super big strears like Yi Zhongyu or Bivis. For a newbie strear like her to receive such a precious gift was unbelievable.
The "Whirlwind Building" does not represent giving away a real building, but a gift effect. Once sent, everyone on the platform saw this effect, and Su Luoluo’s live broadcast room’s popularity skyrocketed, attracting many curious viewers.
[Who’s this? A newbie strear?]
[Looks pretty good, I wonder if it’s her real face.]
[Another cat player in "The Cat and Her", boring, they’re all the sa.]
[Is this a wealthy patron investing in a new dream patrol strear? A gift worth 1000 dream patrol spirit points, the strear should receive around 400 dream patrol spirit points.]
[Being a dream patrol strear is really great, money cos so fast, but unfortunately, it’s too dangerous, otherwise I’d want to do it too.]
...
The Dream Patrol live streaming platform is controlled by deities, humans can’t interfere. When soone gives a strear a gift, the deities take away half of the gift’s value, leaving the other half for the strear. Apart from this, people can’t send dream patrol spirit points to each other.
The system inford Su Ming’an [Only local dream patrol strears can obtain spirit points from gifts; players cannot]. This ans only NPCs like Su Luoluo can obtain spirit points from gifts.
"Thank you... thank you ’Eldest Prince’s Number One Fangirl’ for the Whirlwind Building, thank you..." Su Luoluo was excited for a while but soon cald down. Faced with such a precious gift, she showed a maturity beyond her age as a strear, restoring a proper smile on her face: "Thank you to this viewer for the gift, Demon King Miss just happens to need a castle."
Her strear persona is "a Demon King Miss who has just stepped into the mortal world." It’s common for dream patrol strears to establish personas, which make viewers feel very engaged. Like top-tier strear Norse, who has set up a persona similar to a Greek goddess; Norse’s own deanor is relatively calm and noble, and she’s highly admired by viewers.
The audience has spontaneously ford groups. Greek Goddess Sect, Buddha Sect, Sword Fairy Sect... all kinds of strear groups are flourishing.
Seeing the popularity in the live broadcast room rising continuously, with her fan count quickly jumping from one thousand to four thousand, Su Luoluo’s face turned slightly red. She knew these people were only following her because of the gifts, and if she didn’t showcase sothing unique, these people would soon leave her.
The internet is just like this, love for soone cos quickly, but when malice and boredom are felt, one is swiftly abandoned, even turning into hatred.
"Little Cloud! Let’s continue playing the ga!" she exclaid enthusiastically. Having a generous audience liking her was not easy, and she intended to play the ga well.
With these 400 Dream Patrol Spirit Points, she could now learn Talismans through the Skill Tree. Previously, she only received so scattered monetary gifts, barely enough to buy bread and vegetables, and never received Dream Patrol Spirit Points. During her dream patrols, she hadn’t even learned basic Talismans.
Starting today, let everything turn for the better.
Su Ming’an nodded, without saying a word.
...
"This kind of positioning won’t do. Move over here a bit, vault the window, good."
"Why jump!!"
"Co back, you’re about to crash into the car!"
"So fast! You’re learning faster and faster, I can’t even keep up with you."
The two cats sped forward, dashing towards the outer ring area.
At first, Su Luoluo could guide Su Ming’an’s operations, like teaching him to quickly climb over fences and deduce human positions from the shadows. But in just half an hour, she realized she could no longer guide him.
His gaming talent far exceeded her expectations, as if he had played similar gas countless tis. His neural reaction speed was extrely fast, able to plan an action route within fractions of a second. His mory was also extraordinarily strong, able to rember and apply every crucial point she ntioned.
Su Luoluo gradually discovered that his operations had started to surpass her own.
They reached the suburbs, seeing the large escort group defending a small blond, blue-eyed girl from afar, a massive number of cats guarding her as they moved forward. Thousands of humans sward from all directions of the plain, throwing stones and catnip at the cats, attempting to disrupt their escort.
Golden Talismans floated in the air, both cats and humans using Talismans, with the cats forming a huge protective shield while humans continuously deployed attack skills, resembling a mobile siege battle.
Even if cats were defeated, they were rely stuffed into cat houses by humans, needing other cats to rescue them to continue fighting. After being defeated multiple tis, a cat would die, but the scene of a cat’s death was not gory; they would turn into souls floating to the sky. The whole process was very healing and heartwarming, without any sense of terror or gore, with a very cute style.
Su Luoluo swiped down with her paw, causing the fence to fall toward the humans, pinning one underneath.
Seeing the human pinned under the fence unable to move, the cats laughed heartily, the human’s limbs sprawled awkwardly in a comical manner. Accompanied by healing and cute background music, the atmosphere was extrely relaxed.
Su Ming’an coldly watched these cute scenes—the struggle between humans and cats seed heartwarming, yet he sensed a hint of eeriness, like glimpsing the waves before an impending tsunami.
After catching up with the cats’ large group, Su Luoluo focused on interacting with the audience. Su Ming’an walked ahead of her.
He heard a few British Shorthairs chatting ahead.
"Did you see it? Just now, the Union Governnt’s recording." said the black British Shorthair.
"I saw it, the Eldest Prince and Xiao Jingsan in the recording clearly had Su Ming’an’s face! I wonder if other players noticed." said the excited white British Shorthair.
"It seems we matched with a parallel instance with Su Ming’an." the black British Shorthair covered its face: "I’ve been killing fish at RT-Mart for twenty years, and my heart sank when I finally t Su Ming’an!"
"I’ve always wondered what I would do if I t Su Ming’an one day. Later, I realized, even if I t him, at most, I could give him so props and do nothing else." the white British Shorthair lanted.
"Yeah. There are too many pitfalls around him, rashly approaching would only bring trouble." the cow-patterned British Shorthair said: "Moreover, there are now many dangerous props, like those with hidden locators, or those that explode when held. We’re no longer suitable to send him props, as there are always bad guys."
"Ah, it’s so difficult. Why can’t I be as smart as the top players..." the white British Shorthair shook its head.
"After all, ordinary people remain cannon fodder even in the Main God World. Without superior observation, pain tolerance, extraordinary mory, invincible reaction speed, and the intelligence to solve high-difficulty puzzles... that’s it. You all find it hard to even play an escape room, how do you expect to control the situation in an instance?" the black British Shorthair said.
Su Ming’an listened to their conversation.
Suddenly, a beautiful cat approached him.
It was a pure white Persian cat, with an endearing face and elegant deanor as it walked over. It stared at him.
"I’ve been observing you for a long ti." the Persian cat spoke, in a voice with considerable majesty: "You’ve consistently hidden your strength, without wholeheartedly participating in the confrontation. You seem to be observing this ga, rather than truly engaging."
Su Ming’an was a bit startled: "I don’t know you."
The Persian cat said: "But now you do. Hello, I am also a mber of the Dream Patrol Family."
Su Ming’an felt uneasy about such familiar individuals, akin to netizens suddenly approaching for a chat.
"People play this ga either for Dream Patrol Spirit Points or for audience admiration and fa. Why do you play? You possess strength far beyond the cat group, yet you haven’t used it—you just watch, rely watching." the Persian cat softly said.
Its tone was rhythmic and had a reciting-poems feel, reminiscent of a noble accent.
The Persian cat had a penetrating gaze. Su Ming’an indeed hadn’t taken much action along the way.
"I just want to play the ga, nothing more." Su Ming’an didn’t want to say much to a stranger, intending to distance himself from the Persian cat.
"I’ve always sought people who share my views." the Persian cat suddenly said: "Those who don’t regard ’ga’ as a ’ga’ and delve into the essence of ’ga’. From my observation, you seem to be such a contemplative individual, an Awakener, soone who doesn’t blindly follow the Deity’s arrangent, unlike those ordinary people whose eyes are only on Dream Patrol Spirit Points."
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