Chapter 140: Weight Loss Livestream (End)

Chapter 140: Weight Loss Livestream (End)

Not only was Xie Fangcheng mentally exclaiming "damn," at this moment, a chorus of similar thoughts echoed in the minds of countless onlookers.

Damn! Is that even a human?!

The power of the laser assault was horrifying, capable of reducing such a tall building to nothingness in an instant, even the energy produced continued to wreak havoc, shattering the protective light barrier set up by Gu Fanxin... and yet this individual emerged without a scratch??

Well, perhaps not entirely unscathed; he had changed his clothes... but why were they so green?

At this moment, countless viewers who had been glued to the screen, fearing to miss even a frame, couldn't help but avert their eyes.

By now, the camera in Xie Fangcheng's hand had been destroyed in the laser attack, leaving only the cameras arranged by Gu Fanxin and his team. Although his facial expression was unclear on the screen, everyone had already vividly imagined it.

It must be a visage of cold, murderous intent!

Xie Fangcheng had an expression of relief, coupled with an inexplicable sense of pride and arrogance.

Only he would have a spare set of clothes in his backpack.

If it had been Wolf Gu, that guy definitely wouldn't have had a change of clothes!

If it were to happen to Zhang Dao'an... well, he probably wouldn't have remained even in ashes.

For a moment, Xie Fangcheng couldn't decide for the genteel Professor Zhang, whether a full appearance on camera would be more horrifying or being reduced to ashes would be worse.

Having a spare set of clothes is truly essential! Must buy a couple more sets once out of here.

It's quite a pity, the outfit he had just been wearing was a three-piece suit gifted by Zhang Dao'an... perhaps it's best not to mention this to Professor Zhang.

Xie Fangcheng inexplicably recalled Zhang Dao'an's previous expression and that somewhat strange, sarcastically tinged tone of his.

If a player's clothes get damaged inside a dungeon, they would be restored upon exiting. Xie Fangcheng wondered if the set gifted by Professor Zhang, now blasted into nothingness, would have the same effect.

While pondering, Xie Fangcheng performed a flourish with his sword.

Surrounded by a lingering fog created by disintegrated materials, Xie Fangcheng squinted, unable to distinguish among the numerous stunned faces gazing at him, unable to recognize who was who amidst those dumbstruck visages... Whatever!

Xie Fangcheng, sword in hand, dashed forward.

Soon, the area he charged towards resonated with a series of shrieks.

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A flash of white light appeared at the dungeon exit point, which dissipated to reveal a trail of green light.

This streak of green light was now renowned in the game, instantly drawing the gazes of players throughout the hall towards its direction.

Upon exiting the dungeon, Xie Fangcheng wore a somewhat stunned expression.

It wasn't that there was an issue in the later part of the dungeon. The moment Xie Fangcheng burst out, his demeanor that suggested he could single-handedly hold off a massive army, coupled with the actual power to do so, almost instantly dissolved the will to resist in those around him.

If even a laser assault couldn't deal with him, what damage could their pathetic laser guns inflict upon him?

With such a formidable individual on the Emperor Star, did they truly still have a necessity to resist? Perhaps it would be wiser to seize the moment to flee on a spaceship, saving whoever they could.

Gu Fanxin hadn't anticipated that her iron-fisted strategies and advanced technology would ultimately fall to a mere individual.

The terror of Xie Fangcheng lay not only in his personal prowess but also in how he resembled a blade suddenly thrust into the heart of the giant that was Emperor Star, instantly dissipating the fighting spirit of its other inhabitants and showing the other galaxies that Emperor Star was not invincible.

The pitch-black night sky burst into magnificent golden fireworks, the countless firepower from numerous spaceships ignited the entire night sky.

The defense shield shattered, and a dense swarm of spacecraft flooded in.

The Emperor Star, which flourished for hundreds of years, was now a thing of the past, heralding the advent of a new era.

Before this, Xie Fangcheng belatedly realized that he hadn't activated the donation feature in his live stream room yet, thus not meeting the conditions to complete the dungeon.

Therefore, amidst the tense and thrilling interstellar war, under the gazes of many interstellar beings—be it in admiration, respect, or fear—this individual, dubbed the "Pioneer of the Anti-Weight Loss Movement," sheepishly borrowed a camera to reopen his live stream.

"Ahem, thank you for your donations," Xie Fangcheng hinted, somewhat dryly.

Ignoring the ellipses in the barrage of messages, indicating the viewers' speechlessness, he had already exceeded the mission's requirement in an instant.

Just as Xie Fangcheng was ready to soar once more, prepared to pierce through this pathetic dungeon with his sword, a flash of white light passed, and he found himself at the dungeon exit point.

This was the second time.

The previous time was due to a public dungeon, Xie Fangcheng presumed it might have been because public dungeons were somewhat special, which is why he didn't see that book.

But this time, it was a regular dungeon, how did he exit directly?

As Xie Fangcheng was still bewildered, the system notification arrived fashionably late.

Ding Congratulations to player Xie Fangcheng for clearing the [Weight Loss Live Stream Room] dungeon.

Ding [Weight Loss Live Stream Room] still has players who haven't cleared/died, the dungeon continues, please wait.

Was this change due to the dungeon not yet being concluded?

Yet, Xie Fangcheng felt an inkling that it might not be the case.

And who could possibly be the other player still in the dungeon? Aunt Li? That doesn't seem right.

To verify this was fairly straightforward. Xie Fangcheng didn't even need to open his friends list; a new message notification revealed a text from Aunt Li.

"Little Xie, I've left the dungeon. The time for the public dungeon is nearing, so I'm heading there first. I'll make you some pancakes when I return from the dungeon."

If not Aunt Li, it must be Yi Zeinan then.

That young man hasn't perished?

Indeed, he hadn't.

Alone, Yi Zeinan floated within a spaceship. The numerous setbacks he had encountered were becoming overwhelming; what would become of him in this dungeon after the state he was left in the previous one?

Upon entering the dungeon, he spotted Aunt Li... or rather, he was spotted by her when she was setting up her stall.

As someone who favored a laid-back approach to the game, Aunt Li usually refrained from participating in dungeons. However, that day, seeing Yi Zeinan and his friends stepping onto the dungeon entry point, she impulsively followed suit, her spirit seemingly uncontrollable.

She wanted to confirm whether that was truly her son.

If it wasn't, if she had merely mistaken someone else for him, then all would be well.

But if it was...

Was it possible that he had never noticed her peddling here daily?

Aunt Li was no fool. In fact, she was a rural woman with little education, yet she managed to fend for herself in the city, independently nurturing her son to adulthood, even affording his education and a house. Her resilience and wit were aspects that Yi Zeinan constantly overlooked.

With a different set of emotions, Aunt Li entered the dungeon. Upon witnessing his face, she instantly knew not only was it indeed her son but also that he must have recognized her long ago.

Why didn't he acknowledge her?

Aunt Li recalled that he exhibited the same behavior when he was alive.

While Aunt Li sold pancakes at the school gate, he would deliberately stay within the school until late, only exiting the classroom once all classmates had left.

Later, when it was time to attend university, Aunt Li wished to accompany him. However, he declined, insisting that he didn't want her to endure hardship. He bought a ticket alone, leaving without taking the bedding and local specialties prepared by Aunt Li, departing with only a bag and some money.

Yet, Aunt Li never saw this as an issue.

Young people often harbored vanity and cared about face; as his mother, she was willing to understand him.

Eventually, as he established his own family, Aunt Li continued to be the nurturing and selfless ground, allowing the seed she brought into this world to grow under her nourishment.

She purchased a house for him, arranged his wedding banquet, and even willingly gave up her own life without putting him in a difficult position when she was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

As long as he was well, she would love him unconditionally.

It was only later, when she entered the infinite game, that her sole son remained a concern ever-present in her heart.

Aunt Li never anticipated a return to the real world. What she contemplated was... if one day her son accidentally found himself here, her role as a mother, devoid of any other skills, would at least enable her to offer him a hearty meal.

At the very least, when necessary, she would stand as his final line of defence.

Yet even the most generous of mothers would eventually harbor disappointment when chosen to be cast down a cliff by her own offspring.

When Xie Fangcheng and Ji Daoan ventured to the Emperor Star, Aunt Li remained alone on the spaceship. It was then she received a message from Yi Zeinan.

"Mum! Please save me!"

Yi Zeinan had tried live streaming, but as he had anticipated, the audience, who merely commented "which number is this" as they watched him gain weight, scarcely bestowed any donations upon him.

What else could be done? Was there any other solution?

Yi Zeinan indeed harbored alternate thoughts deep within, but he no longer dared to attempt them.

The relentless blows had stripped him of all confidence in his own schemes, leaving him with no option but to seek assistance from others.

Seek assistance from whom?

At this moment, apart from his own mother, who else would lend him a helping hand?

After sending the message, there was a prolonged silence from the other end, escalating his anxiety further.

It couldn't be, years ago his mother willingly forwent treatment to prevent plunging him into poverty due to her illness.

Such is the grandeur of maternal love; even if he had degenerated, he remained her son. She wouldn't forsake him.

Yi Zeinan frantically revisited warm mother-son moments from the past, sending message after message, only to be met with silence, as if sinking into the abyss.

Just then, the notification for a new message chimed. Aunt Li had initiated a live stream.

In stark contrast to Yi Zeinan's lack of attention, Aunt Li, the first broadcaster to gain weight, clearly commanded more attention. The moment she went live, the sum of donations swiftly accumulated to ten thousand.

Yi Zeinan gazed at his mother on the screen. Her expression was gentle, seemingly unchanged from before, yet somehow different.

A turmoil of emotions engulfed Yi Zeinan. Unable to contain himself, he sent one last message.

"Are you planning to abandon me, your son, Mum? Do you remember, when you were dying, I constantly vowed to be your son again in the next life, to treat you well?"

On the live stream screen, Aunt Li lowered her head to glance at the new message.

Yi Zeinan thought he perceived a fleeting glimmer of tears in her eyes. Shortly, he received a message from Aunt Li.

"Little Yi, in the next life, I certainly won't be your mother again."

The live stream screen went dark.

Yi Zeinan stared blankly at the message, eventually breaking down into heart-wrenching sobs.

The belated guilt and ineffable pain served as reminders that he had once lost the mother who loved him the most. That time, he could blame the illness.

But who could he blame this time?

Of course, all of these weren't things that Xie Fangcheng would be privy to.

Currently, he was engaged in a brainstorming session, hoping to comprehend why he hadn't ascended yet, but it was evident that brainstorming wasn't Xie Fangcheng's forte.

Better consult Ji Daoan then...

With this thought, Xie Fangcheng pulled up his friends list. Before he could even send a message to Ji Daoan, a message from him swiftly came through.

"Have you come out?"

The cheeky young man! Could he even predict the time now?

Mulling over this, Xie Fangcheng responded while stepping outside.

He planned to first head to the dining hall for a meal. While the interstellar cuisine was indeed delightful, due to the laser impact, he still hadn't managed to finish that last bite.

Just as Xie Fangcheng was about to invite him to dine at the restaurant, another message from the other party came in.

"If you're out, come to the dining hall. The food will be ready soon."