Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Flags in My Home Are Truly Problem-Free

Is it really all right to make such a bold claim? This is a live broadcast—what if something goes wrong? Now, not only are Luo Chen’s supporters holding their breath, but even those with ulterior motives are growing nervous, silently cursing for Luo Chen to slip up, or better yet, for Jacob to suddenly fall from the beam. If that happened, by the time he managed to climb back up, there would be no time left.

But unfortunately for them, that was nothing but wishful thinking.

There’s never a shortage of onlookers eager to join the spectacle. As soon as the oath was declared, someone immediately started tracking the time.

The challenge is set; a 60-second countdown begins!

After a 10-second cutscene, 50 seconds remain.

“What a godly 10-second cutscene—shouldn’t the timer start when the protagonist Jacob takes action?”

“Wait, isn’t it supposed to start from when they started talking?”

...

At the 10-second mark, Ferris’s speech finally concludes, and the perspective returns to Jacob. Many viewers are on edge—a whole sixth of the time has been spent just on the cutscene. Are the remaining 50 seconds really enough? Was this challenge set too early?

The more fastidious viewers ignore everything else and start counting from when the talking began.

At the 13th second...

Jacob swiftly climbs to the third floor, moving like a shadow as he leaps onto a narrow steel beam, running quickly across it. Within fifteen seconds, he enters a small room on the third floor.

“The first one.”

Facing the only enemy in the room, whose back is turned, there’s no need for hesitation—stealth, throat cut, kill! The red-clad guard doesn’t even have a chance to react before being sent straight to hell in an instant.

The room is cleared in just seven seconds. The remaining enemies can simply be avoided.

Outside the game, viewers keep a silent count as they watch the protagonist, unfazed by obstacles or foes, draw ever closer to his assassination target, Ferris.

At the forty-fifth second, Jacob reaches the depths of the factory. The target is still some distance away, with entrances above and below ahead.

At the fifty-second second, he slips in through the upper entrance, weaving past numerous obstacles.

At the fifty-eighth second, Jacob is poised directly above Ferris, gathering his strength for a leap...

An aerial assassination!

Before Ferris can finish his monologue, Jacob descends from above, pouncing on him. In a flash, his left-hand wrist blade springs forth and plunges into the back of Ferris’s head.

A cold hiss.

Fifty-nine seconds!

Target eliminated!

The comment section is momentarily stunned into silence. It takes more than ten seconds before anyone can react.

“Incredible! Got it done in under sixty seconds for real!”

“How are you this amazing?”

“If you don’t count the cutscene, it’s not even fifty seconds!”

“For this, I’m giving you 101 points—one extra for pride!”

“Am I the only one who charged through killing everyone and ended up brawling Ferris?”

...

That nail-biting sixty seconds almost had Yuan Feng and the others watching break out in a cold sweat. Was it really necessary to cut it so close? Just a second more and it would have gone over time. Even if you’re confident in yourself, isn’t this a bit too daring?

This is a live stream, not a recorded video—there’s no do-over if you fail. The stakes are just too high.

But perhaps that’s exactly why, having succeeded with such precision, Luo Chen’s following skyrocketed by over three million in an instant. Adding his original three million, his nearly seven million fans now rival Huang Ying’s numbers.

After this audacious demonstration, many excited fans could hardly contain themselves, but before they could even begin showering him with gifts, a certain tycoon stunned everyone by throwing money at the screen.

The world trembles! Supreme VIP Wudao tips one hundred million Stardust Coins! Sixty-second extreme assassination! Absolutely spectacular!

Damn! It’s Wudao the tycoon again!

By now, the audience was numb to Wudao’s occasional massive tips. The legendary Wudao rarely tips, but when he does, it’s never less than ten million Stardust Coins. All anyone else can do is bow down in awe.

Of course, awe is one thing, but support must still be shown. After all, Stardust’s platform boasts no shortage of wealthy patrons. How else to calm their excitement but by tipping as well?

“Sixty-second real man! Air Force One tips one hundred thousand Stardust Coins—now that’s an assassin, only killing those who must die!”

“Sixty-second real man! Wu Xia tips one hundred thousand Stardust Coins—just for this style, you deserve it!”

“Sixty-second real man! Angel Two tips fifty thousand Stardust Coins—Huang Ying is nothing, our little angel is the best!”

The game had only just begun, but the excitement was already off the charts, leaving viewers even more eager for what was to come.

Ordinary viewers, of course, couldn’t compete with the high rollers, but they could still support their favorite streamer in other ways. Many immediately began recommending the stream to their friends, and countless people found themselves unable to sleep in the middle of the night.

“Linzi, are you watching the stream? What? You’re sleeping? Sleep my ass! Get up and join the fun!”

“Are you watching the stream? What? No? Get on it now—trust me, you won’t regret it!”

With so many fans spreading the word, the viewership quickly broke twenty-five million, with no sign of stopping.

Naturally, Luo Chen would not disappoint his supporters. Next came a spectacular train chase scene. The oncoming enemy guards were dispatched with swift efficiency. Though the thrill of a one-hit assassination was gone, the visceral impact of each blow amped up the fans’ excitement.

With a sharp “schlick-bang!” Jacob pulled the wrist blade from a guard’s skull and instantly plunged it into another’s throat. Both guards collapsed simultaneously, their bodies flung from the platform by the momentum of the moving train.

With that final stylish double kill, the first mission was accomplished—perfect synchronization!

Now, whether they were originally looking to nitpick as Huang Ying’s fans or simply joining in the spectacle, no one could find it in themselves to stir up trouble. They weren’t blind; the quality of the live stream was clear for all to see. Even those determined to criticize had to admit it was hard to find fault.

Amidst the chorus of praise, if there was anyone left unsatisfied, it was only Huang Ying.

After three full days of relentless promotion on the Stardust platform, there was no way Huang Ying could remain unaware. Only days before, she had looked down on Luo Chen, but now she was seething with rage, glaring at her computer screen, which was currently broadcasting the live stream.

Thanks to the readers “Low-key Confident Bro,” “Stone Bridge Waiting a Thousand Years,” “Senluo Ye Ke,” and “Stella Lucille” for the 500 Starting Point Coins, and to “Player Mystery,” “First Love Miku,” “Plain Old Years,” “Mo Dada,” and “Independent Function” for the 100 Starting Point Coins. Flowers all around, and as always, I ask for your recommendations!