Free Web NovelChapter 36: The Final Coronation!
Naomi’s final obstacle stood on the other side of the screen.
Scarlett Sinclair.
One of Twist Streaming’s biggest stars.
With millions of followers and years of experience, Scarlett wasn’t just another popular creator. She was a household name on the platform. Last year, she had come within inches of winning the championship, only to lose in the final moments to the tournament’s number one seed.
This year, she’d gotten her revenge.
The same rival who had denied her the crown last season had already been eliminated by Scarlett earlier in the tournament. As far as she was concerned, the championship trophy was practically hers already.
Then she saw her final opponent.
Naomi Monroe.
A streamer who, just a short while ago, had been virtually unknown.
Scarlett couldn’t understand how Naomi had managed to reach the finals, but honestly, she wasn’t complaining.
A newcomer was far easier to deal with than a veteran.
At least, that’s what she thought.
Adjusting a loose strand of blonde hair, Scarlett looked into the camera and immediately switched into performance mode. Her confident expression disappeared, replaced by a fragile, vulnerable smile.
"Guys..." she said softly. "The streamer on the other side has a really powerful supporter backing her tonight. Scarlett’s honestly a little nervous." frёeωebɳovel.com
She lowered her gaze slightly.
"You’ll protect me, right?"
The effect was immediate.
Her loyal fans flooded the chat.
"Don’t worry, Scarlett! Leave it to us!"
"We’ll smash them the second the match starts!"
"A rookie thinks she can challenge the queen? Not happening."
"Let’s teach them what a real top streamer looks like!"
Across the platform, Naomi’s growth had already become one of the biggest stories of the tournament. Thanks to her recent victories, her follower count had exploded past 800,000.
Still, Scarlett knew popularity alone wasn’t enough to win.
Money won tournaments.
And she had plenty of people willing to spend it.
The moment she minimized her broadcast screen, her fingers flew across her phone.
Several private messages were sent in quick succession.
"Victor, if you help me secure the championship tonight, dinner is on me."
"Leonard, remember that outfit you mentioned? Win this for me and I’ll wear it."
"Nathaniel, I just bought something special. Maybe you can come see it for yourself sometime."
To her viewers, Scarlett was a flawless goddess.
To the wealthy men funding her career, she was something else entirely.
Within minutes, more than twenty high-level spenders had received personal messages from her.
Scarlett smiled.
She knew exactly how this game worked.
When the championship round officially opened, she was already imagining herself standing at the top of the leaderboard.
Then the gifts started pouring in.
The score bars jumped instantly.
A massive gap appeared.
Scarlett glanced at the numbers and nearly laughed.
’Just as expected.’
The visual difference looked overwhelming.
Her side had to be crushing Naomi.
But before she could celebrate, a frantic message from one of her moderators appeared.
"Scarlett! Something’s wrong!"
"Our side just spent over $300,000!"
"We’re still getting destroyed!"
Her smile froze.
"...What?"
Scarlett leaned toward her monitor.
This time she looked carefully.
Very carefully.
Then her face went pale.
The massive score difference was real.
She’d simply read it backward.
The side with the overwhelming lead wasn’t hers.
It was Naomi’s.
Scarlett stared at the screen, convinced she had to be seeing things.
How?
How could a streamer with less than a million followers produce numbers like this?
Without hesitation, she opened Naomi’s stream using a secondary account.
The moment it loaded, she stopped breathing.
The room looked less like a livestream and more like a gathering of royalty.
Emperor accounts.
Dozens of them.
Then hundreds.
VIP users packed every corner of the viewer list.
Luxury gifts exploded across the screen nonstop, one after another, without the slightest pause.
The amount of money being thrown around was enough to make most creators retire.
At the very top of Naomi’s leaderboard sat one name.
[Sober Tiger]
Contribution Value: $1,000,000+
Scarlett felt her throat tighten.
One million dollars.
In a single day.
Her hands slowly curled into fists.
Jealousy crept into her chest like poison.
She knew exactly how much effort it took to convince wealthy men to spend money.
Every expensive gift she’d ever received had come with expectations attached.
Every donation carried a price.
Yet this mysterious supporter had casually spent a million dollars on Naomi without hesitation.
The comparison felt unbearable.
For the first time in years, Scarlett found herself questioning everything.
What had all those years of compromise earned her?
Money?
Fame?
Attention?
She looked across the split screen at Naomi.
Young.
Beautiful.
Natural.
The audience loved her.
The platform loved her.
And somewhere behind her stood a man powerful enough to shake the entire industry.
Scarlett suddenly felt exhausted.
The championship she’d chased for years no longer seemed important.
She felt dirty.
Like she’d spent years clawing her way through mud only to realize someone else had reached the summit without losing themselves.
The countdown reached zero.
The final results appeared.
Naomi Monroe: $4,000,000
Scarlett Sinclair wasn’t even close
Combined with the previous rounds, Naomi had generated nearly six million dollars worth of gifts during a single tournament run.
Her follower count surged again.
Three million.
Four million.
Five million.
By the end of the night, Naomi Monroe had officially become one of the biggest creators on the entire platform.
Then something unexpected happened.
A massive golden animation suddenly exploded across every broadcast room on Twist Streaming.
The effect was impossible to miss.
The entire platform paused to watch.
A verified account had entered Naomi’s stream.
Romero Dennis.
Chairman of Twist Streaming.
The chat erupted.
"Wait... is that actually Romero Dennis?"
"The chairman himself?!"
"Why would he show up personally?"
"Forget Naomi. Look at who’s really being honored here."
"Exactly. Chairman Dennis isn’t here because of Naomi. He’s here because of Sober Tiger."
Many viewers had never heard the name before.
Others immediately recognized it.
The highest-ranking executive on the entire platform had entered the room in person.
Even Naomi was caught off guard.
She already knew Luca held shares in the company.
Still, seeing the chairman appear publicly was another matter entirely.
Her heart raced.
Everything that had happened tonight traced back to one person.
Luca Hale.
If she hadn’t lost her airline job weeks ago...
If she hadn’t met him that day...
None of this would have happened.
The thought left her both emotional and grateful. freewёbnoνel.com
A message soon appeared in the public chat.
Romero Dennis: "You have a wonderful voice. Keep working hard."
Naomi smiled brightly.
Naomi Monroe: "Thank you, Chairman Dennis. I won’t disappoint you."
A few seconds later, another message appeared.
Romero Dennis: "Mr. Hale, when are you finally coming to New Orleans? We still owe each other a drink."
The chat exploded again.
Mr. Hale?
Chairman Dennis was addressing Sober Tiger directly?
Sober Tiger: "Soon. I’ll stop by headquarters when I get the chance."
Romero Dennis: "Good. I’ll be waiting."
Millions of viewers watched the exchange unfold in stunned silence.
Neither man bothered moving to private messages.
They chatted casually in front of the entire platform as though they were discussing weekend plans.
The reaction was immediate.
The stream’s private message system nearly collapsed.
Female creators from across Twist Streaming began flooding Luca’s inbox.
Some introduced themselves.
Others sent photos.
A few skipped introductions entirely and got straight to their intentions.
If Naomi’s success had proven anything, it was that catching Sober Tiger’s attention could change a career overnight.
Unfortunately for them, Luca wasn’t interested.
After glancing at the endless notifications, he opened his settings menu and disabled private messages altogether.
Across the platform, hopeful streamers watched their messages go unanswered and collectively felt their hearts break.
Meanwhile, once the championship celebrations finally settled down, Luca picked up his phone and dialed Olivia Grant.
After all, he still needed to settle one important matter.
Earlier that day, he’d instructed Twist Streaming’s operations department to use company resources to help stabilize the tournament rankings.
And Luca Hale wasn’t the type of person who forgot his debts.
