Chapter 46: Chapter 44: A Miserable End, a Ruined Reputation

In the Second-Life Star livestreaming hall, Chen Jincheng and the 15 selected girls were in position.

He stood in the middle of the livestreaming stage. Behind him were girls like Jiang Xiaobai, Yinyin, and Lin Qing, each one radiantly dressed—all gorgeous women showing off their incredible figures.

The girls were arranged in two rows. The center position, naturally, belonged to Jiang Xiaobai. Flanking her were Lin Qing, with over a million followers, and Yinyin, who had already amassed 1.6 million followers with her chest-shaking dance.

As the girls stood in formation, they were truly a feast for the eyes.

The moment the stream went live, fans who had been waiting poured in. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the two rows of girls standing behind Chen Jincheng.

The fans’ eyes were practically glued to the screen. This was far more spectacular than watching them in individual videos.

“Holy shit, Cheng is starting the stream with a bang.”

“Guys, help me out. If I had to pick a wife, which one should I choose?”

“I’m just watching a stream, why does it feel like I’m judging a beauty pageant?”

“…”

As the stream began, Tiao Yin’s S-Class promotional push went live simultaneously. Within moments, Chen Jincheng saw his concurrent viewer count begin to climb rapidly.

It shot past 15,000+ faster than usual and was already heading toward 20,000+.

This promotional push would last until 10:00 PM. If he wanted to break his concurrent viewer record, he had to do it before then.

Evidently, the two rows of beautiful women also left the new viewers, drawn in by the promotional push, stunned:

“What kind of stream is this? Are they giving away girls?”

“I’ve never seen so many girls in one stream before.”

“The stream of the number one scumbag on the internet has the most girls. I guess ladies really do prefer scumbags.”

“…”

Jiang Xiaobai and the other girls were clearly playing a huge role in retaining the viewers brought in by the promotional push.

It was still the warm-up period, so Chen Jincheng smiled and said, “We’ve got a big crowd tonight. Before the main event begins, I’ll sing ’Trajectory’ for you all!”

As the music started, many of his long-time fans realized they had been so focused on all the eye candy from Cheng lately that they had almost forgotten he had an original song.

’The Ancestral Master of scumbags insists on playing the part of a gifted artist. Isn’t he just raising the bar for all the other scumbags out there?’

By the time he finished singing “Trajectory,” the viewer count had officially surpassed 20,000+.

Just then, he saw a donation from a familiar username.

It was from ’No Longer a Simp,’ who had sent a Tiao Yin No. 1.

Chen Jincheng smiled and said, “Thanks to ’No Longer a Simp’ for the Tiao Yin No. 1. It looks like you managed to win your ex-girlfriend back.”

’No Longer a Simp’ requested to join the voice chat.

He accepted.

The dejected voice of ’No Longer a Simp’ came through. “Cheng, I did manage to spend the night with my ex, but… when we were together, I realized the feeling just wasn’t the same anymore. So, after that one time, I backed off. I even convinced her to make up with her current boyfriend. But now I’ve met a new girl who cries all the time, and whenever she starts crying, I’m at a complete loss. I really love her. What should I do?”

Many of the long-time fans who knew the backstory of ’No Longer a Simp’ felt their brains short-circuiting.

’This simp’s moves are on another level.’

Even Chen Jincheng felt his brain seize up for a second. ’What a bizarre series of moves. In just two days, he gets his ex back, sleeps with her, and then convinces her to make up with her current boyfriend? Is he even human?’

’And the kicker is, in the blink of an eye, he’s fallen for a girl who cries all the time.’

’You’re really not a simp anymore. You’ve become a War Wolf.’

Chen Jincheng chuckled and said to ’No Longer a Simp,’ “My simp friend, you don’t love that girl at all.”

The moment he said that, the veteran fans instantly understood the hidden meaning, and the chat exploded with “666.”

Newcomers who weren’t familiar with his brand of wordplay were confused for a second before the realization dawned on them.

Besides your eyes, what else can get “watery”?

’This “number one scumbag on the internet” livestream is actually pretty interesting.’

Just as the atmosphere in the stream was getting lively, an uninvited guest arrived. A PK battle request popped up—it was from none other than Li Lisheng.

Chen Jincheng frowned and immediately accepted the connection. The screen instantly split in two, and Li Lisheng’s stream appeared before everyone.

However, compared to Chen Jincheng’s custom-designed stage and his bevy of beauties, Li Lisheng’s stream looked rather pathetic. He seemed to be in a small studio, with two men standing behind him, wearing sunglasses and trying to look cool.

Next to Chen Jincheng’s stream, his setup looked like a hick’s amateur hour.

Li Lisheng couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy when he saw Chen Jincheng’s stream—there were so many girls, after all. However, he quickly reminded himself, ’This is all just flashy nonsense. Real power is what truly matters.’

So, he got straight to the point. “Chen Jincheng, let’s cut the crap. I’m here on behalf of all the good guys on the internet to take you, the scumbag, down. Let’s settle this with a 5-minute PK battle, quick and decisive. I don’t have any more time to waste on you.”

His words instantly pissed off Chen Jincheng’s veteran fans. ’This fucking guy has no idea what Cheng means to us. He’s our brother.’

The moment Li Lisheng finished speaking, Chen Jincheng received the official PK request, with the timer set for five minutes.

He didn’t want to waste time or even say another word, so he immediately started the battle.

Once the PK started, Li Lisheng flashed a villainous smirk like a crooked-mouthed War God. “Brothers of the Artillery Regiment, the battle begins! Let them see our firepower! Light up the score bar and show them what we’ve got!”

The moment he finished speaking, his score instantly jumped by 5 million. This was from President Chen of Baiyuan, who had promised his support before the stream. His opening donation of 500,000 yuan was meant to serve as a show of force.

Immediately after, his score increased by another 4 million. This came from the 400,000 yuan he had raised himself.

’A 9 million score right off the bat. Any stream without a whale would have its morale crushed instantly. My fans, on the other hand, will be fired up. Then I’ll have the other whales donate one by one to get the Artillery Regiment to follow suit.’

He instinctively glanced over, wanting to see the look of despair on Chen Jincheng’s face. But in the next instant, he watched in astonishment as Chen Jincheng’s score shot up by 10 million, immediately overwhelming his own score bar.

Li Lisheng froze.

This was completely outside his expectations.

But before he could even react, the opposing stream’s score jumped by another 10 million, hitting a total of 20 million.

“How is this possible!” Li Lisheng was utterly dumbfounded, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

’This is even higher than the maximum amount we had projected!’

Seeing Li Ya and Lin Hao make back-to-back donations of 10 million Tiao Coins’ worth of gifts, Chen Jincheng immediately said, “Thank you for the support, Sister Li, Young Master Lin.”

This scene sent his veteran fans into a frenzy.

“Badass! Cheng’s got this in the bag. No wonder he said he didn’t need our support. But I’ve got a million Tiao Coins ready to go, and it’ll drive me crazy if I don’t spend them.” —Young Master Feng.

“Haha, Cheng just broke the record, didn’t he? I can’t let the two Carnivals I got ready go to waste. Let’s push that record even higher.” —Cute Little Pig.

“I’m donating too!” —Local Dog.

“If he looks down on Cheng, he looks down on all of us. Anyone who can, throw a little something his way.” —Old Six.

“Cheng didn’t even tell us he was having a PK battle. All I have left is enough Tiao Coins for four Tiao Yin No. 1s.” —No Longer a Simp.

Chen Jincheng felt a stir of emotion as he watched his veteran fans take the initiative to rally support for him.

In stark contrast, Li Lisheng’s stream had fallen deathly silent. His fans, who had been fired up and ready to break a record, now felt as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped on them.

In just a short period, the opposing score had already reached over 23 million, and the crucial part was, it was still climbing.

’He really picked a fight with the wrong guy this time. The problem is, Li Lisheng was so damn high-profile about it. If he doesn’t win, it’s going to be a massive loss of face. They could already feel their cheeks burning with secondhand embarrassment.

Li Lisheng’s expression turned grim. He yelled desperately into his stream, “Fu Peng! Qingyuan! We need to catch up! Everyone, now’s the time to show them what you’ve got!”

Unfortunately, the gap was too wide, and his plea barely made a dent.

Just then, Li Lisheng received several WeChat messages from his whales:

“Forget it. We can’t beat him.”

“I’ll help you out next time.”

“Even if I drop another hundred-thousand-plus yuan for you now, it won’t make a difference.”

The whales weren’t fools. They knew a lost cause when they saw one and weren’t about to keep throwing money into a bonfire.

Besides, anyone could see that if the other side could drop 20 million in an instant, what was stopping them from donating more if Li Lisheng’s side somehow managed to catch up?

’It would just be a waste of money.’

The fans clearly felt the same way. The stream of gifts slowed to a trickle, with only a few sporadic, low-value “stars” popping up.

Li Lisheng was panicking. He had raised 400,000 yuan himself, plus President Chen of Baiyuan’s 500,000. If he lost, not only would he fail to become a top-tier influencer and see his popularity plummet, but he’d also be on the hook to repay over 700,000 yuan after a single PK battle.

He had no way to pay that back without selling the new house he had just bought.

He frantically started begging his whales for help.

Anyone could see he was on the verge of tears.

But it was no use. The five minutes flew by, and the PK battle was over.

Staring at the staggering final score—23.81 million versus 9.02 million—he collapsed into his chair.

’I lost… just like that.’

At that moment, the many influencers who had tuned in to watch the drama, whether they were content creators or from the PK battle community, were all left speechless.

No one had expected Li Lisheng to lose so miserably. Even more shocking was that Chen Jincheng, supposedly just a content-focused streamer, could be so ruthless, shattering the PK donation record by pushing it to 23.81 million.

And that was in a battle that only lasted five minutes. Otherwise, the number could have been even higher.

Such a massive score sent Chen Jincheng’s fans into a state of euphoria. Some were so hyped they started calling for another battle. This is precisely why PK battles are so effective at building a following—the fans get swept up in the heat of the moment, igniting their so-called “fighting spirit.”

Chen Jincheng, however, remained perfectly level-headed. Now that the battle was won, there were things he needed to say. While the connection was still live, he spoke decisively. “I’m a content creator. I have no interest in PK battles. I wouldn’t have even participated in this one if some moron hadn’t come looking for trouble, unilaterally announcing that I’d agreed to fight him.”

“But this moron ran his mouth all day, completely overestimating himself, only to be this fragile. I really can’t imagine what kind of person would be a fan of an idiot like that.”

He was mercilessly stating the facts, twisting the knife for a public execution.

If he had said these words before the battle, or if he had lost, they would have had no impact; people would have just assumed he was scared. But now, coming from a position of overwhelming victory, his words were like a bomb.

“This Chen Jincheng is ruthless. He’s not just killing the man, he’s destroying his soul,” Gao Yanyan muttered as he watched the PK. After all, Li Lisheng had been aiming to break his record.

He was certain that after Chen Jincheng’s speech, Li Lisheng’s reputation would be utterly ruined.

According to Chen Jincheng, Li Lisheng’s actions were those of a moron.

And what kind of person becomes a fan of a moron? Only another moron.

If you were his fan, people would ask you, “You’re a fan of *that* idiot?” Who could stand that kind of humiliation?

This was total annihilation.

“This Chen Jincheng’s true power is a mystery. I’d better stay on his good side,” Gao Yanyan decided on the spot.

The other streamers in the PK battle community felt the same way.

Li Lisheng finally snapped out of it and instinctively cut the connection, but it was too late. His entire audience had heard Chen Jincheng’s tirade. Within moments, he watched his viewer count plummet by more than half.

“It’s over!” Li Lisheng had no heart to continue streaming and immediately went offline.

Meanwhile, back in his own stream, Chen Jincheng made an announcement that made everyone’s jaws drop. “I want to thank all my brothers for their support tonight. However, I’m a content creator. I don’t do PK battles, and I’m not good at them. So, I’d like to take this opportunity to make one thing clear: I will not be doing any more PK battles in the future. Don’t bother inviting me.”

This declaration stunned everyone. The streamers from the PK battle community, in particular, felt as though they had just been viciously slapped across the face.

’You just fucking shattered the PK record, raising it to a staggering 23.81 million, and now you’re telling us you don’t do PK battles and aren’t even good at them?’

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