Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark

I actually obtained a system for a cash return of thousands![1]Words: 6322

Shirley Taylor came back to her senses and softly said,

"Thank you for the Carnival gift, brother. Bunny bows to you."

Her streaming channel was called "Lucky Bunny," hence she referred to herself as Bunny.

Mimicking other streamers, she stood up and put her palms together in front of her legs, bowing 90 degrees to the camera.

Though it was the same gesture, she was different from the usual enthusiastic streamers.

She stood with legs straight, head lowered, eyes downcast.

Like a shy girl embarrassed to receive a gift, she didn't squeal or cheer.

This failed to give the boss the feedback he was likely expecting and instead made the atmosphere a bit tense.

But James liked this kind of silly and adorable girl.

Once the gift was sent successfully, the system provided additional profile details.

James glanced briefly.

[Goddess Database Updated]

Name: Shirley Taylor

Age: 21

Height: 160cm

Weight: 45kg

Charm: 95

Occupation: College Student

Special Trait: Soft Voice, Tender

Affection Level: 10 (Acquainted)

Romantic Relationships: 0

Rewards for "Conquering": One Revive Chance

Total Spent: $3,000

James: ...

Setting aside the special trait, just the reward itself was...

Somewhat indescribable.

Calling it fantastic didn't quite fit, as it didn't impact his current life.

But calling it worthless wasn't right either, as one can never have too many lives.

If he could sell it, it would certainly bring in a fortune.

Billionaires would willingly spend a fortune on such a thing.

In fact, they probably wouldn't even qualify for the bidding table because people of high stature across nations would also be interested.

It highlighted its rarity.

Yet for James, it seemed insignificant.

Like wearing a revive armor—at most, you'd be a bit bolder.

You'd proceed with fewer worries.

Maybe it would make dating easier.

A wealthy, handsome guy willing to die for you—wouldn't that be intimidating?!

...

The stream was bustling with activity. The Carnival gift had attracted many lurkers to surface and enthusiastically comment.

Not because they hadn't seen a Carnival gift before.

But because someone threw a Carnival gift in a spat with a boss, and it was exciting to witness.

We love a good drama!

Viewers eagerly voiced:

"Bro, you're challenging them head-on! Epic!"

"Typical youthful fervor. Challenge back if you're defiant, worst-case, eat bread for a month."

"Streamer, quickly make the freeloader guy a mod!"

"LovesCilantro, dude just threw a Carnival, what are you waiting for?" @LovesCilantro

Fredy saw the 'Public Enemy of Love' sending a Carnival gift and snorted disdainfully.

Seeing someone mention him, urging him to send gifts, he typed in the global chat.

LovesCilantro: "I look down on this kind of streamer."

Streamers who didn't dance, weren't engaging, with silly expressions.

Aside from being a little pretty, had no redeeming qualities.

And who knows how much of that face was due to filters.

There were far prettier streamers in other channels.

Zhou Qirui genuinely looked down on this timid streamer. His car gift earlier was purely to kick out that level-one account.

James had intended to send ten Carnivals immediately.

But the goddess's info delayed him.

Seeing this guy still mocking his goddess, James quickly typed to defend her.

30-PublicEnemyofLove: "Look down on her, then please leave?"

After spending $3,000, he reached level 30, with a prestigious golden badge—no longer the blue newbie frame.

LovesCilantro: "Pathetic, spending salary just to show off, you?"

WanderingShoe: "Haha, this idiot got mad at our words."

WanderingShoe: "You dare send $3,000? Respect to you, hahaha."

Breeze: "Bro, don't get carried away, that Carnival ain't cheap."

Shirley Taylor, seeing them speculate that 'Public Enemy of Love' spent his salary on gifts, thought it plausible and became anxious.

"Enemy brother, I'm really grateful for your gift, but please don't spend your salary recklessly," she urged.

James was getting annoyed by the court jesters.

But Shirley Taylor's concern made him laugh.

This girl really was a bit silly.

PublicEnemyofLove: "Bunny, don't worry. It's only a bit of money."

WanderingShoe: "Starts pretending after one Carnival gift."

LovesCilantro: "What standard do you have to show off to me?"

[PublicEnemyofLove] gifted Carnival ×1

[PublicEnemyofLove] gifted Carnival ×2

[PublicEnemyofLove] gifted Carnival ×3

...

Smirking, James started going all out.

Carnivals rolled out one after another without pause.

Let's see what these two fools could say after 100 Carnivals.

It's just money, after all.

In the presence of a high-scoring beauty, money was the least of his worries.

James's thumb moved swiftly, gifting one after another.

The spectacular Carnival effects kept flashing in the stream, leaving everyone watching in awe.

Sssshhh The stream's audience collectively took a sharp breath.

Witnessing the flood of gifts dance across their screens.

Each worth a real $3,000.

Viewers were bombarding the chat with question marks and exclamations.

Some with fast typing declaring admiration for the boss.

But the flashy Carnival effects completely obscured the public chat, making it impossible to read without a block.

An utterly awe-inspiring spectacle.

WanderingShoe was also taken aback.

'WanderingShoe,' real name Mike, was Fredy's little henchman.

Always gauging his boss's mood, aiming to please.

Whenever he sensed his boss's anger, he'd step in to chastise on his behalf.

And as a true "pianist of insults," his typing was lightning fast.

He'd just finished typing: "Sending one Carnival, acting all high and mighty, seriously such a poser."

But seeing 'Public Enemy of Love' send even more gifts, he paused.

He didn't expect this level-one to send so many Carnivals.

He deleted the numeral "1" in his text box, wanting to see just how capable this person was.

But seeing it climb from x10, to 20, then 30, with no sign of stopping.

His face grew solemn.

By the time it hit 40, 50, 60...

His eyes began to fill with fear.

He promptly deleted everything he typed.

He wasn't foolish; someone who could afford so many gifts was clearly not someone a mere lackey like him should provoke.

He no longer dared to bark.

If he angered this person, while they might not be able to touch his boss, they'd crush him easily.

Better to stay humble and keep a low profile.