Million Fans Through Live Streaming: My Journey of Drawing Charms

Tom Brown had once told me that every century, the heir of the Eldritch Runes would face a perilous ordeal fraught with danger.

I didn't buy it, so I challenged him to a bet.

Little did I know that I, who had been undefeated for ninety-nine years, would actually lose.

"Lydia Swift, I win. So, you should descend to the mortal world to inscribe runes," Tom joked.

His words still echoed in my mind.

In the blink of an eye, my fate had arrived.

Reluctantly, I sat alone amidst the clouds.

I cradled my chin in my palm, lost in thought, scheming on how to honor my bet discreetly.

Suddenly, a flash of dark red caught my eye atop the misty mountains.

I peered closer, finding a delicate girl draped in red.

For some inexplicable reason, she stood solitary at the brink of an endless abyss, singing and dancing without any discernible pattern or purpose.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she pleaded, "Please, follow me."

My mind was swirling with doubts, and I was just about to step closer for a better look.

However, I witnessed her leap into the abyss.

Without a second thought, I darted towards her like an arrow.

When I awoke, my stomach churned with discomfort.

The pungent smell of medicine made me nauseous.

After retching, I realized I was lying on a transparent plank road.

The ground was marred with filth, and a deep, foreboding abyss opened up right beneath my feet.

In my hand, I clutched a piece of paper with elegant writing.

[It was my own choice, so no one else is to blame.]

What a coincidence!

I descended to Earth to honor my bet.

To my astonishment, I had possessed the body of a girl who had attempted suicide by drinking pesticide and jumping off a cliff!

She was in the full bloom of youth, so why did she choose to end her life?

Sighing, I delved into her memories, seeking the reason she committed suicide.

Yet, she closed off her heart entirely before her death, leaving behind no clues to her reasons.

The only wish I could glean was her desire for her live broadcast to reach a million fans!

I was stunned.

I pondered, "Had the world's live streaming culture evolved to such extremes?

Did not reaching a million fans mean death?"

My confusion was interrupted by a flickering light.

It was only at that moment I noticed that there was an old, battered cell phone held at arm's length. Its camera lens was fixed squarely on me.

Comments flooded the screen.

I thought, "Holy crap!

This girl was live streaming her own suicide!

Could millions of fans truly mean more to her than life itself?"

I couldn't comprehend it, yet I was utterly stunned by the revelation!

A surge of curiosity overwhelmed me. What could she possibly gain if her fan count hit that one million mark?

Could this number truly be worth risking her very life for?

Pondering this, I shifted my focus back to the phone that was still directed at me.

However, due to the suddenness of her act, not a single viewer in the live broadcast realized she had just taken her own life!

The screen was nearly overwhelmed with question marks as comments flooded in; everyone was left speechless, grappling with the confusion of what had just unfolded.

Netizen 1: [Hey! What just happened? I only caught a glimpse of the host suddenly lying down on the glass walkway!]

Netizen 2: [That's all? Is she just pretending to jump for show?]

Netizen 3: [Oops! Others fake a tumble on the red carpet, but here's our host faking a leap off a cliff! What on earth is going on?]

Faced with this, all I could manage was a wry smile. My sympathy for the girl's plight grew with each passing second.

Given that I had the opportunity to save her and I was also tasked with the responsibility of overseeing the bet involving the crafting of runes in the mortal realm, I decided to use her body for a hundred days to aid her in fulfilling her final wish.

Once I made my decision, I instantly shifted my mindset and fully embraced the role in a mere second.

Wearing an expression of harmless sincerity, I lifted my face and smiled warmly at the camera, beginning to explain.

"My fans just surpassed 1,000. I was so thrilled that I jumped into a dance to celebrate without even a hint. How impolite of me!"

No sooner had I spoken than a fan, going by "Mashed Potato", eagerly typed out: [Who cares about that? Let's see something with real substance!]

Seeing this, I offered my advice with genuine sincerity.

"I'm not sure about much else, but how about I demonstrate how to craft a rune?"

This sparked a frenzy of comments.

MysticMuse: [Runes? Is that something that can actually work through a screen?]

GamerGuru99: [Nine times out of ten, she's a fraud! I'm steering clear for now!]

King of Hardships: [Take my advice. Quit the nonsense, put on some black stockings, and I'll tip you.]

Despite the mounting skepticism, I declared earnestly, "My runes are potent. They can turn misfortune into fortune. There's no problem I can't solve."

My declaration sparked a tidal wave of reactions, and soon, another flood of comments burst forth from the screen.

Netizen 1: [Wow, I can vouch that the host is so committed to this scam. It feels like I'm watching from another dimension!]

Netizen 2: [Oh my god! You're so stubborn! You're really asking for trouble now!]

Netizen 3: [Oh, I love her stubborn charm. She's cool!]

No one believed me, yet the chat was abuzz.

I made a quiet decision to flaunt my skills first.

Just as I looked for an opportunity, a commotion broke out nearby.