Million Fans Through Live Streaming: My Journey of Drawing Charms

Clutching my phone, I continued the live stream, making my way toward the growing crowd.

It turned out a little girl had gone missing while playing.

At the center of the commotion, a woman in a black dress sat on the ground, wailing inconsolably.

The staff of the scenic spot used a loudspeaker to repeatedly broadcast the missing child's details.

An idea struck me. It was a perfect chance to showcase my abilities.

I pulled out a sheet of yellow paper, the kind always tucked away by members of the Eldritch Runes.

Ensuring it was visible, I gently guided the situation.

"I'm going to craft runes now to help this mother find her daughter. If I succeed, will you follow me?"

No sooner had I spoken than a chorus of responses flooded the comment.

One fan, going by the moniker "Crazy Scholar," made a bold proclamation. Crazy Scholar: [Quit the theatrics. Craft the runes now! If you help find that kid, I'll get all 66 members of my family to follow you!]

Noticing the impatience brewing among the viewers, I flicked my hand with a casual air. Instantly, a mystical pen dipped in cinnabar materialized.

At that moment, the pen tip danced like a wild horse freed from its reins.

With just one fluid stroke, a tracking rune came to life on the paper.

Driven by urgency to locate the child, I brushed past the flurry of exclamations in the comments and made a beeline for the woman in the black dress, who collapsed on the ground.

With a deft flick of my finger, the rune, imbued with an almost ethereal grace, affixed itself steadfastly to the sole of her shoe.

In the very next heartbeat, the woman, whose tears had painted trails down her cheeks, paused as if she caught the whisper of a change.

She ascended. Heedless of the tears streaking her face, she dashed down the mountainside.

Once the staff caught on to the unfolding drama, they trailed behind despite their bewilderment at the unfolding events.

Driven by the need to swell my ranks of followers, I lifted my phone, capturing each of her frenzied steps as I followed in her wake.

The entire episode was live-streamed to my fans.

I pursued her relentlessly to the mountain's heart.

The woman beelined for a nearby public restroom.

She stopped before a closed door.

Then, she went wild.

Using her slight frame, she rammed it again and again.

She called out with a voice laced with anxiety, "Baby! Baby!"

Realizing the urgency, the staff behind her kicked open the long-resistant door.

The moment it swung ajar, everyone froze in shock!

There sat a middle-aged woman with a menacing glare on the toilet.

She stared at the door in panic.

Her strong arms clutched a girl dressed as a boy.

The girl seemed asleep, eyes closed.

Her head was peculiarly half-bald.

The middle-aged woman held an electric razor in her half-raised hand.

Strands of hair lay scattered next to the toilet alongside a sparkling dress.

"Ah!"

A heart-rending scream pierced the air.

The woman in her black dress charged forward like a wounded lioness rushing to protect her cub.

With bloodshot eyes, she snatched the sleeping girl.

With her body curled protectively around her child, she sobbed through her tears, "Nancy, wake up! Please wake up!"

With the aid of the staff, the woman in black, whose hands quaked with emotion, managed to give her daughter a sip of water.

She gently patted her daughter.

Nancy, her daughter, regained consciousness.

Holding Nancy, the woman wailed uncontrollably.

Soon, the staff and security guards of the scenic area apprehended the middle-aged woman in the stall.

Satisfied with the resolution, I took my leave.

Finding a quiet spot, I checked my phone screen.

As anticipated, the comments in the live stream surged in such a torrent that I couldn't possibly keep pace.

Cold Bread: [Did I just see that right? Did the streamer draw a rune to help that mom?]

Piggy Heart: [Believe it! The kid was almost bald in different clothes, lost in the crowd!]

Single-eyed Cricket: [I've never seen anything like it! I'm a witness! This streamer is legit!]

Crazy Scholar: [Holy moly! You found the girl! Streamer, my whole family's following you now!]

Watching my follower count soar, I was secretly elated. The strategy of live-streaming rune crafting to amass followers actually worked!

The most potent hour for rune crafting was midnight.

So, the next day, I scheduled the live stream for 11 p.m.

In the prime spot for all to see, I placed the captivating title: [Help Me Gain 100 Followers and You'll Get a Free Rune]

Buoyed by yesterday's spectacle at the scenic spot, a cohort of loyal fans quickly populated the live stream.

My primary goal was to increase my follower base.

Therefore, I didn't rush to begin but sat quietly in front of the camera, waiting for my loyal fans to draw in the first wave of newcomers.

Sure enough, fresh faces trickled in.

Candlecandy: [Wow! Is this a new streamer? What's your special skill?]

I calmly uttered two words, "Runes crafting."

The comments on the screen instantly polarized into two distinct factions.

Some, likely having watched yesterday's stream, believed in my abilities.

Netizen 1: [Caught yesterday's stream. This streamer's legit! Instant fan here!]

Others doubted, thinking live rune crafting was a scam.

Even yesterday's success, they argued, was mere coincidence.

Netizen 2: [Live rune crafting? Can that even work through a screen? Yesterday was just dumb luck!]

Regardless of the skepticism, I offered no defense on camera.

I was well aware that in my sect, the paramount principle was the concept of "destiny."

Only the one chosen by destiny could be fortunate enough to benefit from the runes crafted by me, the 999th heir of the Eldritch Runes!