Chapter 84 Two Killing Gods

Chapter 84: The Two Gods of Slaughter

At 8 p.m., on the Flying Fish Platform.

The live stream had opened early, and even before the broadcast officially began, countless chat messages flooded the screen.

“The missing person has returned!!”

“You—*you*, *you*—actually know how to come back! Heartless scoundrel! You went off to have fun while we sat here like orphans and widows, desperately waiting for your return!”

“The streamer’s finally gaming again—does this mean victory for the gaming fans?”

“Cooking fans will never admit defeat! Streamer, can’t you strike a balance? Game today, cook tomorrow?”

“Be bold—why *can’t* we have both?”

When the time came, Yu Xin entered the live stream and, controlling his character, greeted everyone: “Hello, everyone—welcome to my stream.”

“Not ‘hello’! We’ve been waiting so long for you—the flowers have wilted!”

Seeing this, Yu Xin’s eyes crinkled into a smile as he sincerely apologized.

“I had no choice but to step away for so long due to work—I’m truly sorry. From now on, I’ll do my best to lock in a consistent streaming schedule and frequency,” he promised.

“Today, we’re playing a four-player squad. Besides Cheng Zikun and me, two friends will be joining. I’ll invite them into the team right now.”

“Are they other streamers—or just regular friends?”

“It’s the sponsor. He’s never played this game before and wants to give it a try, so please go easy on the comments today. Think of it as helping me keep my job—please,” Yu Xin said, half-jokingly.

“Hahaha—so the day has finally come when you have to beg someone!”

“Sponsor? When did the streamer secretly start hustling? (Just kidding!)”

“The streamer mentioned before that he moved into the Top Sponsor’s house to work for him—could *this* sponsor be the Top Sponsor?”

“Don’t say it—but it’s very likely!”

“Carrying a noob? And one who’s *never even played the game before*? Too much effort—I’m out.”

The live-stream viewers were intensely curious about the newcomers—but some immediately voiced dissatisfaction upon hearing they’d be carrying a beginner. Yu Xin glanced at the comments but paid no attention to those complaints.

He invited Ji Yixing, Ji Mingcheng, and Cheng Zikun into the team. A few seconds later, three characters appeared beside the one he was controlling.

One was Cheng Zikun—already familiar to the live-stream audience. In fact, during Yu Xin’s absence, many had gone to Cheng Zikun’s stream asking where Yu Xin had disappeared to.

Another character was just as flashy as Cheng Zikun’s, with an equally high-ranked tier—clearly indicating another skilled player.

The last one wore default starter gear and had the lowest possible ranked tier—looking like a bot dragged in solely to fill the squad.

Cheng Zikun went on mic and greeted the audience familiarly, receiving enthusiastic responses.

Even before streaming with Yu Xin, Cheng Zikun had been a well-known minor supporter on the Flying Fish Platform—a genuine rich kid, even close friends with the platform owner’s son. He ranked among the top sponsors on many streamers’ lists.

To be honest, he’d tried investigating the identity of Yu Xin’s influential employer—but the other party’s information was tightly sealed. He found nothing. When he attempted to dig deeper through the Flying Fish Platform account, his friend—the platform owner’s son—mysteriously told him to stop: the other party’s identity was not one they could afford to mess with lightly.

Cheng Zikun took the advice and backed off—but grew only more curious. In his imagination, Yu Xin’s boss was an elderly man of high rank who’d taken a liking to Yu Xin’s cooking—and perhaps even to Yu Xin himself.

But looking at these two accounts—one clearly belonged to a young person, while the other seemed like a placeholder account.

Which one was the high-profile boss?

He went on mic and asked, “Brother Xin—aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Yu Xin thought introductions were indeed necessary, so he said, “‘01forever’ is my friend, and ‘Ji’ here is my boss—Boss Ji.”

The flashy account, ‘01forever’—“forever number one”—belonged to Ji Mingcheng.

The other, with a ranked tier even lower than a bot’s, naturally belonged to Ji Yixing.

This also confirmed Yu Xin wasn’t lying—he really *was* playing this game for the first time.

“No way—the boss is *this* low-key??”

“Streamer, that’s pretty thoughtless. How could you not set the boss up with a better account before jumping in?”

“Um—if you’re trying to give the boss a good gaming experience, shouldn’t you avoid high-tier lobbies altogether? Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“We’re here to watch the streamer’s skills—not to watch him babysit a noob. Not interesting—I’m out.”

“Exactly. Having to carry the boss is way too restrictive.”

“Everyone, chill out. If you don’t want to watch, can’t you just leave quietly? This is the streamer’s *boss*. How do you expect the streamer to face him if you talk like this?”

For a moment, the dissatisfied voices in the comments flared up slightly. Yu Xin was new to streaming and had no moderators, so he could only let the comments escalate.

Cheng Zikun, watching the comments, cautiously suggested, “How about we start with a low-rank match?”

Aside from Boss Ji’s beginner account, the other three had fairly high ranks. If they matched directly, the system would default to pairing them with players of similar rank.

A new player entering such a match would get slaughtered instantly.

After all—it was Brother Xin’s boss. They had to consider his feelings.

What if the boss got upset—and gave him hell?

Yu Xin also saw the comments—but he wasn’t worried. When he first started playing this game, he’d been a total greenhorn too—but raw talent allowed him to adapt quickly and go on a rampage.

He was even *less* worried about Ji Yixing. The man came straight from real combat experience—playing this game would be like racing a toddler.

Just as he was about to speak, Ji Yixing went on mic first and said, “Just start directly. No need to accommodate me.”

Everyone heard a smooth, deep male voice—and for a moment, the live stream fell silent.

Cheng Zikun was also taken aback for a few seconds. The voice sounded very young—completely unlike the elderly man he’d imagined.

For some reason, he felt a bit flustered: “O-okay.”

“Wow—the boss’s voice—I’m kinda into it, guys.”

“That voice sounds *classy*.”

“The boss sounds pretty young. I thought he’d be some high-powered big shot.”

“Young doesn’t mean he can’t be powerful—and high-ranking.”

Yu Xin hit “Match” directly, entering the lobby countdown. He asked, “Where should we drop in later?”

Ji Mingcheng jumped in first: “Of course—drop straight into Central City. Hesitating is boring.”

“Sounds good.”

Cheng Zikun couldn't resist chiming in, “Is that okay with you, Boss?”

Ji Yixing replied casually, “Up to you.”

“Alright then, we’re dropping into Central City.” Yu Xin marked the location, and the four of them leaped from the plane, gliding toward Central City.

“Oh no, the boss is gonna get wiped as soon as he lands. The streamer’s gonna get fired tomorrow for stepping into the office with his right foot first.”

“Getting fired might be a good thing—then he can stream for us every day, hahaha!”

The group descended rapidly through the air, their parachutes dissolving mid-flight. Yu Xin executed a forward roll upon landing, cushioning the impact and immediately taking cover behind a barrier.

Central City was indeed a hot drop. The sound of players landing echoed around them, followed by the rapid patter of footsteps.

Yu Xin cautiously surveyed his surroundings. His landing spot was less than ideal—next to a container outdoors, with no weapons in sight.

The only way to get a weapon was to climb on top of the container, but doing so would make him an easy target.

He peeked out slightly, and a barrage of bullets immediately struck the container beside him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The game's sensory feedback was incredibly realistic. The pungent smell of gunpowder and dust filled the air, and the harsh afternoon sun shone directly in his eyes. Squinting, Yu Xin could feel his blood pulsing with adrenaline.

He crouched, hiding in the shadow of the container.

After observing the direction the bullets had come from, he figured his opponent was also hiding among the containers, just like him.

But unlike Yu Xin, the opponent was armed.

Using the containers for cover, Yu Xin moved carefully, not bothering to conceal his footsteps. The opponent could hear the constant sound of steps but couldn't pinpoint his location.

This undoubtedly heightened the opponent's anxiety. Knowing that his advantage lay in having a weapon, if Yu Xin managed to delay and find a gun, the outcome would be anyone's guess.

Sure enough, the opponent began firing blindly in the direction of Yu Xin's deliberately exposed footsteps. None of the shots hit their mark, but the gunfire revealed his position.

Suddenly, both the gunfire and footsteps ceased. An eerie silence fell over the area, broken only by the scorching sun casting dizzying double images.

Where did he go?

Where is he hiding?

The opponent frantically searched for any sign of movement, his heart racing uncontrollably, as if warning him of impending danger.

Out of nowhere, a cloud of dust engulfed him. Instinctively, he shut his eyes, only to remember that this was just a game—his vision wouldn't be impaired.

But in that split second, Yu Xin materialized like a ghost. Before the opponent could even raise his gun, a cold blade was plunged into his body.

Though there was no pain in the game, the sensation of imminent death was overwhelming. Inside the game pod, the player's pupils contracted to pinpricks.

“No...” Before he could utter another word, the screen turned blood red, displaying “GAME OVER” in bold letters.

He was out.

In the game, Yu Xin watched as the player's body dissolved and disappeared, leaving behind a pile of equipment.

Yu Xin collected the dropped gun and any useful items before leaving the container area.

“Damn, the pressure from the opponent's perspective is insane. I'm sweating bullets, bro.”

“The streamer is totally messing with people's minds, tsk tsk.”

“Feel bad for the opponent for a second.”

“Where's the boss? Why is the boss missing?”

“Did he already log off? Hahaha, the streamer's not doing a great job carrying the boss.”

The stream's camera followed Yu Xin, so the audience had no idea what happened to the others after they landed separately.

Armed now, Yu Xin headed toward his teammates' locations on the map. The other three were relatively close, all inside the same abandoned building.

Yu Xin climbed through a window, gun in hand. Gunfire echoed from above, suggesting an intense firefight, but the first floor was eerily quiet.

After a moment's thought, Yu Xin decided to head upstairs, assuming his teammates were likely there.

While the sun blazed outside, the building's interior was pitch black. The layout was unusual, with the staircase tucked away in a shadowy corner, only faintly illuminated by light from the stairwell.

As Yu Xin quickly moved toward the stairs, a hand suddenly reached out and firmly covered his mouth and nose.

The hand was large—Yu Xin's face was smaller than average, and it seemed to engulf his entire lower face. Pale, with prominent knuckles and raised blue veins, it was clearly a strong, masculine hand. It pressed so tightly that the soft flesh of Yu Xin's cheeks bulged slightly from the edges of the palm. In the dim light, his pupils dilated slightly from surprise—

It looked like a scene straight out of a thriller, where a criminal ambushes an innocent victim.

Caught off guard, Yu Xin had fallen for the trap. But he reacted instantly, ready to deliver a sharp elbow strike in retaliation.

Just then, the hand loosened its grip. Yu Xin turned to see who it was and relaxed, sighing softly. “Ji Ge...”

Ji Yixing raised his hands in a placating gesture, a faint smile curling his lips. “Just joking. Are you mad, Xiao Yu?”

He pulled Yu Xin into a dark corner behind the stairs, where the dim light only outlined Ji Yixing's features.

“No.” Yu Xin took a step back, creating some distance. “Where are the other two?”

Ji Yixing pointed upward. “They're upstairs. They grabbed guns and charged up as soon as they found them. I waited here for you.”

As he spoke, the gunfire above gradually died down, followed by hurried footsteps on the stairs. Yu Xin raised his gun, only to see Ji Mingcheng and Cheng Zikun rushing down.

Both carried rifles slung over their shoulders, reeking of blood and gunpowder. Ji Mingcheng led the way, boasting, “Cleared out everyone upstairs. If you need gear, go grab it.”

Cheng Zikun peeked out from behind him. “Damn, bro, your friend is insane!”

He had no idea where Yu Xin found such a skilled player—his accuracy rivaled that of professional gamers.

Ji Mingcheng leaned on his rifle, raising an eyebrow. “Just average. Those guys were pretty weak.”

“Holy crap, what a show-off!”

“This guy's got attitude, but he's got the skills to back it up.”

“Things are getting interesting. The stream's finally worth watching.”

Yu Xin and Ji Yixing went upstairs to loot, returning fully equipped. The building was nearly cleared out, and the squad of four emerged together.

By then, the player count in the top right corner had halved, but their squad remained intact without a single loss.

“The streamer and 01 are both really strong, Cheng Shao's not bad either, and the boss... well, the boss is good at hiding.”

“The streamer finally kept his job, lol.”

“Still, it’s better to have a sensible boss like this—if you’re not good, just lay low. You can still win in the end. Last time, I teamed up with someone who was terrible but loved showing off. I lost count of how many times I had to revive him—and he still gave me a bad review afterward. So frustrating.”

“Hmm… why does everyone think the boss is bad? He actually managed to sneak up on the streamer just now. The streamer has insane awareness, yet he still got caught. He must be pretty skilled, right?”

“You just don’t get it. Is the streamer even really playing the game? It’s more like he’s playing the social game.”

They were now at the edge of the central city, inside an abandoned building. After a brief discussion, all four agreed to push toward the city center.

The closer they got, the more intense the gunfire became. They headed straight for the City Lord’s mansion—the most resource-rich and fiercely contested area.

Yu Xin signaled, and the others understood—scattering to infiltrate the white main building.

Yu Xin switched the live-stream perspective to show the entire team, then scaled the side wall up to the roof.

Ji Yixing followed silently, crouching beside him.

Yu Xin listened carefully and said, “There are three squads in the room below us—at least eight people.”

With a glance, Ji Yixing immediately understood. “Through the window?”

“Yeah—we’ll breach from both sides simultaneously.”

They swung through the window one after the other. First, they eliminated the player by the window with a single shot, then flipped inside. The three squads inside were caught completely off guard—sandwiched from both sides. Under their overwhelming firepower, most were wiped out instantly; the survivors scrambled desperately for cover.

The chaotic gunfight wiped out two full squads, leaving only one squad lucky enough to have three survivors.

Hiding behind cover, they communicated secretly in team chat. Knowing they stood no chance against these two, they decided to go all-in—firing fiercely from three directions at once, betting the duo couldn’t cover all angles and would be caught off guard.

But Yu Xin and Ji Yixing’s eyes were sharper than hawks’. The moment they flipped through the window, they’d already formed a rough mental map of everyone’s positions. While raising their guns to shoot, they tracked the frantic movements of the remaining players—mentally calculating trajectories and predicting where each would pop up next.

The instant those three emerged, Yu Xin and Ji Yixing struck like raptors hunting rabbits and mice across a vast grassland—locking onto targets instantly and firing without hesitation. The three players, panicking, couldn’t even control their recoil. Their guns spat fire—but bullets flew wildly, while Yu Xin and Ji Yixing’s shots ended their in-game lives with surgical precision.

Three bodies hit the ground almost simultaneously. The players didn’t even have time to react before watching their characters eliminated. Before their corpses fully dissolved—and before the live-stream audience could process the shock—the two in the center of the room raised their weapons almost in unison. Two bullets shot out side-by-side toward the staircase. A second later, a heavy thud echoed as something tumbled down the stairs.

An unlucky player who’d heard the gunfire stop upstairs and thought to scavenge loot—without even seeing what was happening—had his head blown clean off by these two gods of death.

For a moment, both the game and the live stream fell utterly silent.

From the moment they climbed onto the roof to wiping out three elite squads strong enough to reach the final circle—only a few minutes had passed. The kill count in the top-right corner skyrocketed, and the game’s announcements couldn’t keep up with their killing pace.

“Holy crap!! Holy crap!!!”

“Who said the boss was bad? Who was it?!”

“This skill, this accuracy, this coordination—they’d be legendary in esports, right?”

“He’s never played games before??? You’re kidding me, right??”

“Talented people are just good at everything, I guess.”

“They don’t even need to communicate—a single glance and they know exactly what the other is thinking. Can someone explain how that works?”

The live stream exploded. Yu Xin alone was impressive enough—but now there were *two* people just as skilled!

In the room, after eliminating all enemies, Ji Yixing raised his fist. Yu Xin understood—and bumped it.

“Not bad,” Ji Yixing said with a faint smile. “Looks like we’ve got some *chemistry*.”

Yu Xin nodded in agreement. He was used to playing solo—but this was the first time he’d experienced such seamless coordination with another person. Efficiency had improved dramatically.

It felt good.

They regrouped with Ji Mingcheng and Cheng Zikun. Ji Mingcheng had been going all-out—his kill count nearly double Yu Xin’s.

After reuniting, he couldn’t resist boasting: “Yu, you weren’t just protecting my uncle and forgetting to farm kills, were you? Winning like this is no fun. How about another round later?”

Yu Xin glanced at the remaining player count. “No need. I’ll beat you in this match.”

“Oh yeah? Then you’ll have to try harder.” Ji Mingcheng didn’t believe it. With only a dozen or so players left, the gap between their kill counts was small—but the remaining players wouldn’t vanish into thin air. There was no way Yu Xin could snag *all* the remaining kills.

Finally—a chance to outdo Yu Xin. Hahahaha.

The four sprinted toward the final circle. Almost all remaining players had gathered there. Ji Mingcheng and Yu Xin went on a rampage—but no matter how early Ji Mingcheng spotted a target or how fast he fired, Yu Xin’s bullets were always a step faster.

Ji Yixing barely raised his gun, leaving the remaining eliminations to the two of them.

Yu Xin consistently outperformed Ji Mingcheng—stealing seven or eight kills from him. Their kill counts were nearly tied.

Ji Mingcheng grew increasingly impatient under pressure. As Yu Xin closed the gap, his sharp eyes spotted the last three players hiding together in a small house. He thrilled—if he could secure those three kills, Yu Xin had no chance of surpassing him.

At this critical moment, Ji Mingcheng stayed calm. He had one grenade left. If he tossed it in, the MVP title would undoubtedly be his. Yu Xin couldn’t turn it around.

He hurled the grenade with force. It traced a perfect arc through the air—straight toward the window.

But at that exact moment, a bullet from Yu Xin’s gun struck the grenade mid-air—altering its trajectory. Instead of flying through the window, it landed in a nearby patch of grass, exploding violently and scattering debris everywhere.

Seizing the opening, Yu Xin calmly controlled his recoil and fired three precise shots—*bang, bang, bang*—securing the final three kills and ending the match.

His kill count exceeded Ji Mingcheng’s by one—earning him the shiny MVP title.

“Everyone stand up!! Say it loud!! The streamer is amazing!!!”

“The streamer is amazing!!!”

“Boss, can you play with the streamer more often? Your coordination is so satisfying to watch!”

“Exactly! The authorities have ruled—you two should get married on the spot. Let’s congratulate the happy couple!”

“Does anyone get it? I’m losing it! This is what ‘on the same wavelength’ means—what ‘meant to be’ looks like (gesturing).”

“What kind of BL plot is this? The top patron is actually a hidden expert, dominating the game alongside the streamer. Sisters, I’m shipping them first!”

“At the end, the streamer totally stole those last kills from 01, right? Hahaha—whatever 01 shot, he shot too. So ruthless, hahaha.”

“You! You! Stealing kills is one thing—but *not like this*! Those last three were clearly mine!”

Fireworks filled the screen to celebrate the victory—but Ji Mingcheng felt no joy. He was hopping mad.

“If you’re not skilled enough, you have to accept defeat.” Yu Xin knew exactly how to push his buttons.

“I won’t accept it! Again! This time, we split up. I refuse to believe you can steal *even one* kill from me!”