Master of Kaidan
Chapter 323 What is Called Traffic

Chapter 323: Chapter 323 What is Called Traffic

"Haah~~ Hello everyone, I’m your streamer, Bert Wall. I didn’t sleep well last night, so I won’t be going into actual combat today. Instead, let’s check out some defense-type plugins."

At six in the evening, as last night’s recording was replaced by a real live stream, a massive audience poured into the live room, and many had been waiting for quite some time, even daring not to sleep all night.

And what they saw on their screens was a slightly tired-looking Mr. Bert with dark circles under his eyes.

[Streamer, you don’t look so good!]

[Did you have a Ghost Collision last night?]

[Did you see that white handm... Holy shit!]

[Hand! Hand! It appeared again! Streamer, right behind you on the stool!]

"Everyone always says, young people shouldn’t believe in that feudal superstition; you should Believe in Science. There are no ghosts in this world!" Feng Xue suddenly twisted her head around, and as her body overlapped the camera’s view for a moment, the Poisonous Insect Body swiftly retracted the ghost hand.

"See, I told you there was nothing. Today I’m fully recording in duplicate; look, both recordings show nothing! Really, is teasing the streamer that much fun?"

Feng Xue wore an "I’ve been fooled by you again" expression, helplessly spreading her hands, then a barrage of "I didn’t lie to you," "There really was a ghost," and other such replies flooded in.

However, Feng Xue knew that if she did this too much, it would certainly cause aesthetic fatigue. She didn’t continue to showcase the ghost hand and instead pushed open the door, turned on her wrist terminal—though she didn’t connect it to glasses. Instead, she used a projector to display it in front of her while reading tabloid news to her audience and commenting on it, walking toward a nearby plugin specialty store.

"Oh, speaking of which, the craze for clout really is Outrageous. Are there that many ghost-related live streams and celebrities today?"

Feng Xue pointed at the screen full of shocked, screaming photos and recordings, chatting aimlessly to the viewers, but at that moment, a VIP rainbow barrage suddenly appeared on screen with the authority of the highest layer:

[Isn’t this just preheating for a commercial plug-in? I bet it won’t be long before we see companies dedicated to ghost hunting and ghost hunting plugins, it’s the same old trick from years ago... how are there still fools who believe this...]

The rainbow barrage cycled seven times under the VIP’s Authority before it gradually faded. To the average person, who wouldn’t dare to talk back to someone who could afford VIP barrages, it wasn’t long before another VIP rainbow barrage popped up:

[Who’s the fool can look in the mirror! It’s fine that you record the screen, but I’ve printed a physical copy of yesterday’s photo, and the ghost hand on it can still appear and disappear. Is that something technology can do?]

[Idiot, that’s hacker stuff you don’t understand; it interferes with your visual nerve signals. That thing doesn’t actually exist; it just disrupts your visual nerve to make you think it appeared!]

[Guess who’s the idiot, blabbering nonsense without understanding hacker tech—what kind of hacker could interfere with a brain-machine chip disconnected from the network?]

...

The two accounts using the rainbow barrage started a flame war in the live room, and no one dared to interject for a while; they even started using paid super gift barrages to spew at each other.

And this, in turn, brought a series of traffic to Bert’s live room.

Feng Xue just continued walking toward the plugin shop with an embarrassed smile, but it didn’t matter what she said now, because all the viewers were focused on the wealth battle between the two rainbow barrages.

Feng Xue watched this unfold with amusement in her heart, knowing that the proceeds would, of course, be dutifully returned to the Mobike Gang later.

That’s right, both accounts were operated by the Mobike Gang.

However, as time went on, it wasn’t just the two accounts from the Mobike Gang that began the barrage battle.

This live room had no super moderators. As long as you were profitable for the company, no one cared what you streamed. Whether it was shills or not was your own business; if you could make money, the company would protect you. But once a big shot got framed by your shills, invested money, and then realized they’d been duped, whether the company would protect you then had to be carefully considered.

However, with the heat and traffic generated by Feng Xue’s current stream, as long as she didn’t provoke someone equivalent to Dor Media, who backed the live streaming platform, there shouldn’t be a problem.

The "barrage operators" from the Mobike Gang clearly understood that moderation is key. After a peak in popularity, they gradually began to lower their response frequency, showing the image of someone who regains their rationality but still doesn’t want to lose face—a typical petty-bourgeoisie demeanor.

Feng Xue also began to opportunistically switch the live stream back to the so-called defense plugin store tour.

But during this time, the previously unknown Black Thorn Ghost Hunting Agency had received a massive influx of clicks.

Of course, this wasn’t just because of the ghost hand in his live stream; more so, it was actually due to the Poisonous Insect Bodies he had released the night before.

As for the sudden surge now, it was probably just because the Mobike Gang’s barrage comments had awoken these people to the possibility.

Naturally, now incarnated as Bert Wall, Feng Xue couldn’t check Dunn Simoni’s company’s website backend; he was merely throwing punches at the various defense fields generated by the defense plugins and commenting on how they felt to the touch.

However, just as the audience had begun to shift their focus from discussing ghosts back to Feng Xue, someone suddenly noticed, in the corner of the store, a ghastly pale hand sneakily moving about as if... it was secretly tracking someone!

[Streamer! The hand is back!]

[Turn around quick, or it’ll get away again!]

[Would you turn around already!]

[F*ck, this ghost hand can even dance!]

...

The Poisonous Insect Body made the ghost hand perform a mouse-and-cat-style finger dance, while Feng Xue still sported a stubborn "I can’t hear, I can’t see, there are no ghosts in this world" expression, until a big player rewarded a substantial gift and he reluctantly turned his head.

Then, he suddenly widened his eyes—

"Holy shit! How is this thing still around? F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck!!!!"

At that moment, Feng Xue looked as scared as if he’d seen flood and beast combined, but the viewers in the live-chat room merely sighed with regret, for they knew the streamer was acting.

Because, they had seen with their own eyes that the hand had hidden itself the moment the streamer turned his head.

[The streamer’s acting is wasted not being in a horror movie!]

[Streamer, you don’t have to save our face, the ghost is long gone!]

[Seriously, we told you to turn around sooner, now it’s gone, right?]

[Next time the ghost hand appears, I’ll throw down a reward, I really don’t believe this...]

...

"Boss, the traffic to the Black Thorn Ghost Hunting Agency is too high, our rented virtual server can’t keep up!"

The Mobike Gang leader, paying attention to the live stream, suddenly heard his underling’s words, blinked in surprise, and then immediately said:

"Then get in touch to increase the capacity right now. Do I really have to teach you that?"

"But if we upgrade again, we reach mid-size business level, and that costs millions a month!" complained the underling. If he had that level of financial authority, he would have upgraded already, wouldn’t he?

"Use a credit card, buy the trial edition, do I need to teach you this too? Even if we lose the deal, a website that generates so much traffic can be sold to cover our expenses, you idiot!"

Although the boss was cursing, he still tossed his card to the underling. Once the underling left, he turned back to the screen to look at "Bert" and murmured:

"Today’s news doesn’t seem like it’s just following trends... Could there be some insider tidbit? Is it some ghostly computer virus? Or a military company’s weapon test? Could the Dor Consortium be involved in this... Tsk, can’t think about it, can’t think... I only sold a few identities, nothing else, I don’t know anything, I know nothing..."