Lin Hao's daily routine now consists of eating, sleeping, watching Worm-worm move logs, streaming, and playing games with the top donor. It's a simple life, but he finds it incredibly fulfilling.
Thanks to the return of this top donor and Lin Hao's series of remarkable actions, the game "Dawn" has gained considerable traction, with a significant increase in downloads and concurrent players. Following this, more and more streamers began to emulate the trend, gradually broadcasting this game.
Shuang Mu Walks the World: That monster is heading your way, be careful.
Lin Hao watched as the boss neared its rage mode, skillfully dodging its attacks, waiting for the opportune moment to evade when it entered its enraged state. However, the boss unexpectedly veered away and turned its attention to the top donor, who was floating in mid-air.
Seeing this, Lin Hao instinctively activated his microphone and warned his teammate, a cute girl. "Watch out! Run!"
Tian Tian Zhen Ke Ai, floating in the air, seemed to freeze at Lin Hao's voice, stopping right in front of the boss. A gentle breeze rustled her long hair and pink skirt. As the monster's gaping maw approached Tian Tian Zhen Ke Ai, Lin Hao grew increasingly anxious. After all, she had been playing games with him for a long time. Although Lin Hao knew that in-game deaths had no real-world consequences beyond losing experience points, he still instinctively wanted to save her.
Lin Hao quickly conjured a flying pill and a speed pill, instantly appearing before Tian Tian Zhen Ke Ai and pulling her into his arms, intending to shield her from the boss's ultimate attack with his own body. Why didn't he choose to escape? Because using these two items together would trigger a three-day cooldown period; this teleportation skill couldn't be used at will.
The person held in his embrace seemed to feel the warmth of the body shielding her. She looked up to see the monster drawing closer. A strange sense of distress washed over her. She didn't want to let go. However, as the boss came within a meter, her body reacted, pushing Lin Hao behind her. With a flick of her wrist, a black bow, inscribed with golden patterns, materialized before her. Drawing it back, she unleashed a volley of arrows that flew towards the approaching boss. The grotesque monster, before it could even reach them, dissolved into a shower of brilliant light, leaving behind a pile of loot on the ground.
Lin Hao, having been pushed back not too far, watched in disbelief as the monster was instantly defeated. A message flashed across his mind: *Big brother, you make me look like a fool.* He had intended to be the hero saving the damsel, but now he seemed to be the damsel. As a man of his stature, didn't he have any pride? It seemed heroically saving a damsel from the top donor was a bad idea; you might just end up being the damsel, not the delicate top donor.
After defeating the monster, the top donor, without a word, transferred all the dropped equipment into Lin Hao's inventory. In the past, at this point, the top donor would ask Lin Hao if he wanted to continue playing. But today, they logged off without saying a word. Lin Hao, staring at the vanished top donor and his brimming inventory, fell into contemplation. Why did the top donor leave without speaking to him? Was something wrong today? And was he being supported? By a woman, no less? This was rather bizarre!
Meanwhile, in the live stream chat, viewers were captivated by Lin Hao's recent actions.
Huang Teng: The top donor is indeed the top donor. You thought it was a basic attack, but it was actually an ultimate!
Wo Zui Ke Ai: Wow, this streamer is so loving. Using their own body to withstand the monster's rage mode. I love it, I love it!
Wu Liu De Xian Yu: Although the streamer was slacking off during this boss encounter, just for the act of saving the top donor earlier, I know I haven't followed the wrong person.
Tui Fei Yi Tian: I want a dozen teammates like this divine player, please. Damn it, it reminds me of my old teammates who would stab me in the back.
Yong Gan De Shi Jie: Yeah, yeah. When I used to play dungeons, my teammates would backstab me. Damn, it was so disgusting. I wish I had a teammate like the streamer.
Wo Yong Yuan Ai Wo De Tai Zi Dian Xia: I'm shipping them instantly! The chemistry between the top donor and the streamer is palpable even through the screen!
Hua Hua Cao Cao: I'm shipping them too! Sister!
The chat then filled with the word "shipping."
Lin Hao glanced at the barrage of comments, finding them somewhat amusing. He explained earnestly, "The reason I chose to save her back then was because I'd been slacking off too much lately. I felt I couldn't be a couch potato any longer. You know I'm a technical streamer. If I keep being lazy, the top donor might stop playing with me! Although I know in-game deaths don't affect reality, teammates should be saved if possible." Lin Hao said this with a touch of jest. In truth, he had grown increasingly concerned about the top donor in recent days, having spent so much time playing games together. Feelings had developed. Besides, wasn't it natural for a man to save a woman?
Important: The streamer is quite the sycophant, shamelessly flattering the top-ranked player on the wealth list. Disgusting.
Lin Hao didn't see this comment, which was repeated three times, but the loyal fans in the chat couldn't stand it.
Wu Liu De Xian Yu: Do some people lack love in real life? Are they seeking attention here? If you can't speak properly, donate your mouth. So boring.
Wo Yong Yuan Ai Wo De Tai Zi Dian Xia: Didn't you see that the streamer rejected the top donor? The top donor asked him a second time? If the streamer really cared about the equipment, he wouldn't have shown us his inventory! Brother, you should leave.
Xiong Xiong (ー_ー)!!: So speechless. They can argue about anything. Are they a paid heckler from another streamer, trying to discredit this one?
Hua Hua Cao Cao: You're just looking for attention because no one is there to save you. Just leave.
By the time Lin Hao noticed, the person had already been verbally driven away. He scrolled through the chat logs, a faint warmth spreading through his heart. He said softly, "Thank you all." Then he continued playing the dungeon, but he found it lacked excitement. Perhaps it was because the top donor was gone, he mused.
Meanwhile, in a room elsewhere.
Outside, a group of maids stood anxiously, their gazes fixed on the door, fearing the person inside might harm themselves. If he were to harm himself, they would have no reason to live.
Maid A said, "Why isn't Dr. Bai Han here yet? The Crown Prince is smashing things in the room again."
Maid B replied, "The doctor is on the way. Our main task now is to calm his emotions."
"But how can we calm his state of mind when we can't even enter the room!" Maid A asked.
*Crash!*
An object struck the door with a loud bang, abruptly interrupting the conversation between the maids.
Inside the room.
A figure was huddled in a corner, head buried in their arms. The surrounding ornaments were smashed beyond recognition. The exquisite curtains had been torn down, and the room was in disarray, clearly indicating someone had been searching for something. The person squatting by the bed wore a simple white shirt. Their silver hair, cast down, obscured their exquisite features. A black line, very subtle, was visible on their right wrist, almost imperceptible unless examined closely. In their arms, they cradled a pink vase containing a single white flower.
Qin Mohan slowly raised his head. His glasses were gone. He looked down at the flower in his arms, and the images flashing through his mind became increasingly vivid. A giant vine lunged towards him, and he heard a voice beside him shout, "Watch out, run!" But his feet were pinned by stones; he couldn't move. He watched as the person rushed forward and pulled him into their embrace. Less than a minute later, he felt a growing smell of blood and a warm liquid splatter onto his face. Yet, his vision remained black; he couldn't see anything.
When he regained his sight, the plants were annihilated, their remnants scattered everywhere, along with signs of a struggle. The person lay before him, motionless. Qin Mohan rushed to hold them, repeatedly calling their name. Yet, though it was within his mind, he couldn't hear what name was being called, and their face remained a blur. Who was it? And whose memory was this? Why did it appear in his mind? And… had he forgotten something important, or someone important? Why couldn't he remember?
Frustrated, Qin Mohan began banging his head against the wall, as if only the pain in his head could alleviate his inner turmoil. When Bai Han entered, he saw his friend in this state. His usually neat hair was matted with blood, and his handsome face was covered in cuts, yet his friend showed no signs of stopping, continuing to smash his head against the wall. Bai Han quickly rushed to Qin Mohan's side, pulled up his sleeve, and administered a sedative. The medication would take effect in a few minutes. At this point, Qin Mohan noticed his childhood friend and, grabbing his hand, asked, "Have you seen my diary?"
Bai Han looked at his white coat stained with his childhood friend's blood and the profound pain etched on his friend's face after so many years of shared history. His heart was conflicted. Finally, after a moment of internal struggle, he decided to speak. "Actually…" your diary is with me. Before he could finish, another voice interjected.
"Bai Han, how is Mohan?" a middle-aged voice interrupted. Bai Han turned to face the man, bowed, and said, "Mohan seems to have experienced some kind of shock. His mental state is extremely unstable. It appears he will require observation." After saying this, Bai Han silently marveled at how close he had come to "playing cards with the King of Hell." Sigh. This matter could be discussed later. The most important thing now was to tend to his injuries.
The middle-aged man standing at the door heard this and told them, "Rest well," before leaving. After Bai Han finished speaking with the middle-aged man, the sedative injected into Qin Mohan had taken effect. He lay on the floor, asleep, still clutching the vase with both hands, carefully. One wondered if he cared more for the vase or the single flower within it.