Chapter 22 - 20 I admit I was a bit loud just now

From a godlike panoramic view above the virtual landscape.

The blood sun heavily sank into the mountains of flesh.

The Evil God’s flesh, marked by Divine Descent, was eroded by the scorching curse at this moment.

The music gradually became steadier.

On the land where blood and snow melded together, the Evil God pierced by the entire Divine Descent spoke indifferently:

"To think that you could destroy this Sacred Body of mine, but such a powerful Forbidden Technique will surely recoil upon you as a curse, tormenting the one who cast it."

The dull footsteps echoed as the Knight set down his shattered one-handed sword and did not look back, kneeling on the ground and brushing the snowflakes off his comrade’s helmet.

At this moment, a woman’s whispering voice in the background music, like a siren’s song, seeped into the soul.

The Knight’s deep voice rose once again.

"My child."

"Blood knows whence you came, heart knows whither you go."

"Do not be played by power itself, nor should you reject it, but summon the courage to master it."

The falling snowflakes landed on his armor as he gently stroked the Griffin’s fur beneath him, which seemed to understand something, letting out a series of mournful cries and taking flight.

With increasingly rousing music, the camera zoomed higher and further away.

Following the Griffin, it crossed the snowfields and mountains, winding through rivers and seas.

The camera zoomed out.

There stood a towering structure, rising into the sky like white bone spears.

The snow had melted, and daylight had come.

The rising sun illuminated the city below.

Castles, Spiral Towers, Baroque complexes, low flat buildings, slums…

And this scene.

Was deeply imprinted in Little Kitten’s eyes.

On the screen.

The man in heavy armor lay atop the high tower, with the morning sunlight pouring down, the camera freeze-framing the blood-stained face of the man whose helmet had been lifted.

He had died.

Yet he was smiling.

The background music abruptly turned at a dramatic point and came to a sudden stop at its peak.

When the background music resumed, it had changed to a lighter, more rhythmic tune.

Ten cards, each bearing a character portrait, flashed across the sky, and a line of text quietly emerged.

"Foundation Classes of the Lower Realm!!"

Rotating above the cards, a line of text appeared.

[Barbarian] (Open)

[Bard] (Open)

[Priest] (Open)

[Wanderer] (Open)

[Warrior/Sorcerer] (Open)

[Mage/Magician] (Open)

[Druid] (Not Open)

[Martial Monk] (Not Open)

[Paladin] (Not Open)

[Forester] (Not Open)

...

As the background music gradually reached the chorus, silhouettes emerged on the cards marked "Open."

All six open classes lit up one by one.

Scenes of different class characters fighting appeared.

The first to appear was a Barbarian, muscles bulging, who, amid wide sweeps and powerful strikes, decapitated a ferocious beast in the scene.

Little Kitten shook his head: "I dislike muscle-bound characters who only know how to train and sweat."

What followed was a Bard who, playing the accordion and driving magic with music, seemed a bit brooding.

Little Kitten focused briefly: "Oh~ This slightly brooding class looks much more interesting than the previous one."

A Wanderer who moved through the night, sneaking into vaults, stealing secrets, and safely escaping after setting deadly traps.

Little Kitten’s eyes lit up, he sat up straight unconsciously smiling.

He had always liked this kind of old-coin-type class.

But in the next second, he saw the Yining Priest holding a Holy Scripture fitted with a ram’s horn, chanting "Holy Light!" while purifying a Monster.

Little Kitten: "???"

He was forcefully silenced by this hardcore purification.

"You call this a Priest? Which Priest tears apart monsters with their shirt bursting open while swinging the Holy Light Iron Fist?"

The streaming room effect was great, with "Purify (Physical)" barrage flooding the screen.

But he was quickly drawn to the Warrior/Sword Caster’s screen.

After the Priest’s scene transitioned, a red-haired girl who looked like a Knight appeared onscreen.

Clothed in light armor, she wielded a one-handed sword wrapped in red glow, delivering lightning-fast combos with extreme precision.

The same spots on the monster’s tough scales dented, and the rapid strikes precisely hammered those dents, with the blood-red curse power corroding the wounded areas.

After a few seconds, the scales, corroded by the curse power, could no longer withstand, and the red-haired Lady Knight tore through them into the flesh.

Before the monster could let out a wail, the Lady Knight leapt in place; with one fierce kick, she pierced right through the monster’s chest with the hilt of the sword still in the wound, causing it to collapse with a thunderous fall.

"Wow~ so cool! I admit this girl’s looks are not inferior to mine."

"Wife!" sparse barrages in the viewer’s vision were instantly suppressed by a dense sea of question marks.

And the increasing speed of these question mark barrages was visibly skyrocketing.

"Hmph, don’t you guys always say you’re fans of a beauty streamer? What now, not admitting it?

I find that Barbarian full of hot air, I consider that Bard too pretentiously reserved, and then there’s that Priest, somewhat inhumane, and that Wanderer with his face covered...

I say I’m more handsome than all male NPCs that have appeared so far, right!? Rounded up, that makes me the most handsome! What’s the value of a beauty streamer anyway!"

Little Kitten made a tactical lean-back gesture, looking utterly self-satisfied.

Until the appearance of that young man...

Walking calmly like strolling in a garden amidst the attack of a dozen massive Treants.

Pulled by Magic Silk Thread, and every now and then, he would adjust his center of gravity if he stumbled, with that little tail shaking behind him, always causing a knowing smile.

Rotating his body to accelerate the massive Ice Blade again and again, coordinating with the crisp pop of counter slings from the tree whips, the clashing and forging sounds surprisingly keeping pace with the background music’s beat.

What’s worse, in that gorgeously executed Melee Mage scene, the camera that captured the battle unexpectedly began to pan to the young man’s clean face that provoked sinful thoughts.

In the mid-air waltz, the fading glow in his eyes made him appear even more delicate and, indeed, seductive... to the extent that viewers were already making inarticulate gorilla noises like "Ahhh ahh ahh!"

As he landed and finished off the last Treant, the young man’s dim eyes lit up once more, and amidst the snowflake-filled sky, like sensing something, he slightly tilted his head and a shallow smile appeared on his face.

The promotional video ended abruptly there.

Cute... I want to...

Little Kitten was lost in thought for a long time.

He even considered going offline to have a cigarette, and check with a friend who was a psychologist in Yu City whether there was something wrong with his head.

He had calculated countless possibilities but never expected to be astonished by a male’s beauty.

Why do I feel a sudden thrill, even thinking that scene looked a bit risqué?

Dumbstruck, he shivered and instantly snapped back to reality, looking towards his streaming room.

As expected, the chat had exploded, and lines of barrage kept streaming.

"He’s looking at me, he’s looking at me!"

"Style, The Invincible!!!"

"So handsome, I’ve fallen for this kid"

"_(:з」∠)_ For the first time, I know what ’a smile that launches a thousand ships’ means, and it’s on a male NPC"

"Bros, meet in the 3D section!"

"Hahaha"

"He smiled at me, he must like me"

"Male Mama?"

"No Male Mama, no Male Mama!"

"Don’t start flirting in the streaming room"

"To be fair, that rhythm! That impact! That level of difficulty in combat! It’s not on the same level as any other NPC from any career enactment I’ve seen before. I don’t know how to describe this feeling…"

"It’s a different style, isn’t it?"

"Exactly!"

...

Seeing the barrages in the streaming room, Little Kitten felt his heart racing, but somewhat reassured.

It wasn’t me who was wrong, but...

"Folks, I admit he looks a bit better than me... No, wait, what does that have to do with being a game streamer? Personal attacks are not allowed!" Little Kitten showed a dejected expression.

He felt his foundational status as a "beauty streamer" in the hearts of his fans was being shaken.

The assumption was his fans were truly consistent...

In any case, he felt he needed to do something now to control his fans who were speeding towards getting the streaming room shut down.

Thinking this, he opened the chat window and found Nai Feitian’s avatar.

Double click.

A chat window popped up.

Little Kitten: "I admit I was a bit loud just now. What I meant was, how much? Send me a closed beta code privately, and I’ll treat you to 6 pounds of spicy crayfish this weekend"