Chapter 49

Live Streaming Company.

On the central large screen, a video was playing.

A young man stood high in the air, riding a fierce and terrifying bone dragon, soaring freely with the wind.

At a certain moment.

He spoke to the camera: "To be able to shoot a scene at such a height, you understand?"

After saying that, he did a backflip, then ran a few steps forward, and leaped with all his might.

Just as he was about to jump off the back of the bone dragon, he reached out and tightly grabbed a protruding bone, hanging in mid-air, swaying in the wind.

He held his phone in his other hand, smiled at the camera, and said,

"Is there any idol willing to perform like this? I warmly welcome them to act in it."

The scene froze.

The person responsible for commentary said, "Everyone, the data has exploded. The whole country, and even the world, is watching this video crazily. The number of likes, favorites, and tips has broken historical records. It can be said that this is our company's best performance since its establishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately responded, "Since its establishment? No."

The sound of keyboard tapping.

Data analysis curves appeared on the screen.

The company's executives looked at those curves—though they didn't fully understand the complex data analysis—but at this moment, deep analysis wasn't necessary.

Because that live streaming video stood at the top of all the curves.

"Contact him!"

The company president, wiping sweat from his forehead, shouted, "Everyone, contact him immediately, find him, give him the best contract, we want to see the other shooting processes of this sci-fi blockbuster!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

All the data on the large screen disappeared.

The video also closed.

All the machines stopped running.

Tap tap tap—

Someone knocked on the door outside.

Everyone looked at each other, completely unsure what was happening.

"Who is it?"

A junior employee ran to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a group of black-clad people rushed in. The leader walked up to the company president and smiled, "Some things, please wait a moment to discuss."

…

On the other side.

Wu Xiaode walked angrily in front.

The Book of the Dead caught up, blocking his path, and a line of small text appeared again:

"Actually, besides being dirty, your soul has a unique quality that others do not have."

"Is it filth?" Wu Xiaode sneered.

"No, you have a special talent that allows you to bypass obstacles and directly find the result."

"This book wishes to call it—"

"Killing Match!"

Wu Xiaode stopped and pondered, "Hmm... that's still a human phrase..."

Thinking about it carefully,

There was no fight just now.

Maybe he just intimidated those guys.

"Can the shot put really be used?"

Wu Xiaode asked with interest.

On the Book of the Dead, lines of icy text quickly appeared:

"Current level of Silent Fog: 0."

"At this level, the innate skill cannot manifest as a real object, so the shot put is fake."

"Haha, I see." Wu Xiaode laughed.

A conclusion appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"From now on, the Silent Fog will draw on your 'dirt' and 'Killing Match' qualities to produce various transformations."

"You need to continuously improve its level, remember."

As Wu Xiaode was reading, his phone rang in his pocket.

He picked it up and saw that it was Zhao Junyu calling.

"What's up?"

"My father wants to see you, come quickly."

…

This was Wu Xiaode's first time entering the palace.

Before entering the palace, he went through twelve checks.

From his appearance to his personal items, to his iris and even his blood, everything was rigorously tested.

Even so, when Wu Xiaode entered the palace and saw the serious-looking palace guards, he felt they might attack him at any moment.

Zhao Junyu led him into a side hall next to the main hall.

"My father is handling some affairs, rest here for a moment. A servant will come to call us later," Zhao Junyu explained.

"This is too strict." Wu Xiaode sat down on a chair and glanced at the pastries on the table.

He had never tasted the royal pastries before, should he eat one?

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

—What if these pastries are poisonous?

What if they are colorless and odorless, and deadly upon contact?

Wu Xiaode shook his head.

Why would he have such thoughts…

The Book of the Dead fell down, opened in front of him, and a line of icy text appeared:

"You have opened the Sighing Wall of the Realm of Death."

"You are very sensitive to death and can occasionally sense unknown dangers."

Sensing danger…

"Can I eat these pastries?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I advise you not to. After the dragon-riding incident, many people want you dead, even my father can't stop them," Zhao Junyu said.

"These pastries—"

"Have been there for a long time, no one has eaten them."

"Okay, how do you usually eat? What if someone poisons the food?"

"So I rarely eat outside food, I have a personal chef."

Wu Xiaode nodded and let it go.

He suddenly noticed that Zhao Junyu's face looked a bit off.

"What happened?" he asked.

"My sister just told me that at midnight last night… two of our strong warriors died."

"Warriors with over 10 soul points?"

"One with 10 soul points, one with 13."

"How could this happen?"

"The other world is becoming increasingly dangerous, we estimate it will be destroyed," Zhao Junyu sighed.

The royal family lost two strong warriors.

Wu Xiaode rubbed his chin and said softly, "No wonder that Huhe School's Fu Zhengyang dared to come and trouble me…"

After a while,

A servant came in to report that the emperor had summoned them.

Wu Xiaode and Zhao Junyu stood up and followed the servant into the main hall.

They turned past a large seven-paneled screen.

He saw the emperor of the empire for the first time.

The hall's ceiling was nearly ten meters high, and under the golden eaves and jade walls, many lush green bamboo plants were planted.

When the breeze blew through, the bamboo forest rustled, the sound lingering for a long time.

On the grass between the bamboo, a lacquered golden throne with thirty-six dragon cloud patterns was placed, and a frail man sat on it.

The man wore a silver metal helmet that covered his eyes and most of his head, only his nose and mouth were visible.

The metal helmet had countless fine tubes, one end embedded in the helmet, the other end extending past the throne into the darkness behind the hall, leading to an unknown place.

This was the emperor of the empire.

Next to the throne stood a stunningly beautiful girl, her features delicate, her expression cold. She only nodded slightly when the two entered, saying nothing more.

There was no one else around.

Wu Xiaode and Zhao Junyu were about to bow,

But the emperor waved his hand and said, "No need for formalities, come and chat."

Zhao Junyu asked, "How are you feeling today, Father?"

"Almost died, but fortunately, I thought this thing was too heavy and not good for your height development, so I managed to hold on," the emperor tapped his helmet and sighed.

Zhao Junyu's face turned pale, and he trembled, "Why go to such lengths? The royal physician said your health was improving."

The emperor smiled, "Every time something happens in the world, the central AI goes into a frenzy of calculations—it has never faced something it can't understand, and it drags me along with it."

He looked at Wu Xiaode with an appreciative gaze and continued,

"Wu Xiaode, I like your live stream, but it has too many flaws. I will help you fill in the gaps to avoid future criticism."

A servant entered with a tray and knelt before the emperor.

Wu Xiaode looked and saw that the tray held the Four Treasures of the Study and a stack of blank five-colored paper.

The emperor picked up a brush and said, "I will now grant you a film and television company, funded and built by the royal family, with dedicated personnel to manage it. As for the name—"

He looked at Wu Xiaode and murmured, "If monsters attack again, your live stream will have to come into play. What name do you think would be good?"

Wu Xiaode was somewhat surprised but also very pleased.

After all, if someone insisted on nitpicking, those two live streams were indeed questionable.

Some things would certainly be magnified.

Many people would dig up his real identity online.

Eventually, everyone would discover that he was just a teenager with no "sci-fi blockbuster production company" behind him.

Once this became a lie—

It would be hard to gain support through live streaming in the future.

Yet he desperately needed the genuine praise and admiration of the masses.

Now, with the emperor's personal endorsement, everything would be neatly resolved.

There would be no more hidden risks.

Wu Xiaode smiled,

"Thank you, Your Majesty. My live streams are mostly about fighting, and my surname is Wu—"

"Call it 'Prosperous Martial Fortune?'" Zhao Junyu interjected.

"No, we need to set an example for the internet users. We must emphasize peace and harmony, friendship through martial arts, and winning through virtue. This is the fighting spirit I envision," Wu Xiaode said solemnly.

The hall fell silent.

The emperor looked down at the five-colored paper, seemingly finding something very interesting on it, so he didn't look up at Wu Xiaode.

The ice-cold girl glanced at him, clearly unimpressed.

What did you do last night?

How many people did you kill?

What you said—

Isn't that embarrassing?

Zhao Junyu's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand, unwilling to respond.

Wu Xiaode looked at one, then the other.

Hey, why are you ignoring me?

I said something good, didn't I?

After a moment,

The emperor sighed, picked up the brush, and said slowly,

"I'm an old internet user, but I can't quite handle your spirit."

"But, what you said is right, yes, it's a direction to strive for."

"Let's call it this name then."

The emperor held the brush and swiftly wrote four large characters on the five-colored paper:

"Abundant Martial Virtue."