Free Web NovelChapter 1336: Chapter 1333: There Will Never Be Another Chloe Winston to Warm His Heart
Chloe Winston finished her livestream, and checked her earnings from the stream. After deducting the platform’s fees, she had over thirty thousand yuan, enough to pay a year’s rent. She breathed a sigh of relief, hugged a pillow, and happily rolled on the soft bed.
Now that she could make money, she wanted to return to school and complete her remaining year of studies, though missing half a year might delay her graduation by a year.
Chloe applied for a withdrawal directly on the streaming platform, waiting for the funds to arrive, and then finally had time to cook noodles for dinner.
Meanwhile, after she logged off, there wasn’t much happening on the livestream platform, but the game was in chaos. The ID "One Night White Hair" not only exploded in her server, but other servers were talking about it too.
The game forums were full of people asking about the player "One Night White Hair," frantically tagging the official account, asking if this player was an insider from the Illusion World. They had screenshotted the items that exploded, worth nearly a hundred thousand yuan.
This level 30 small account spent less than five minutes to earn a hundred thousand yuan? Then logged off?
Nani?
Everyone started questioning their lives.
Illusion World’s tech staff were on duty within the game. The server Chloe was previously on, called "Three Lives Stone," was now overwhelmed by players flooding in, causing it to crash, so the tech team began urgently repairing the server and calling the game manager.
Illusion World Game was launched by the leading domestic game company "Dongli Residence." At ten o’clock at night, the game team leader Henry Lincoln was at home, holding his wife after dinner, when he received news of the server crash, and then the tech group erupted.
"Henry, a player has 100% triggered the adventure system, exploding a hundred thousand yuan worth of treasures."
"Henry, the Three Lives Stone server has crashed. I’m working overtime emergency with Xiao Wu."
"Henry, the forums are full of details about the adventure system. Some players say it triggers every thirty levels. Did our computers get hacked heavily by competitors?"
"Henry, now the newbie village is full of countless small accounts, all lined up to jump into the lake for love burial. Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms, Huashan Sword Council, and other servers are down too."
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The tech guys at the game company felt as if they’d been dealt a dirty blow.
Is today a disaster day? Worse than a Twitter crash, there’s no way they’re sleeping tonight, and most annoyingly, who leaked the details of the adventure system?
Henry’s heart felt the same way, his round body hurriedly climbed out of bed, rushing to the company.
Since Dongli Residence launched this popular game, the world thought he was earning a full pot, unaware the game company had been acquired years ago. His behind-the-scenes boss was Mr. Stewart of Imperial City. This game’s real target was 4D gaming, merely born from Mr. Stewart’s idle moment wanting to develop a game for his own amusement.
As for research on 4D technology, just the two holobrains Mr. Stewart had developed cost billions, maybe playing alone was lonely, so Constantine Stewart made it globally available for beta testing, with five billion in the adventure system’s prize pool.
Therefore, this game incurred huge costs, two months running without breaking even.
Not just the tech guys below, even he was secretly itching to try the adventure system, hoping to pop a year-end bonus out. But there was a rule, the first 100% trigger must be by a player; as a result, only two months later, it was triggered by a level 30 small account, and the details were exposed, now the world was full of level 30 accounts trying their luck.
Henry quickly had the tech team issue an announcement, informing players that many detailed conditions were needed to trigger the adventure system, the first being that only the first fifty players each day could get good items.
This announcement slightly reduced the number of people on the server, though the newbie village was still tightly packed with queued players.
The entire game team’s faces were all drawn long, these queues would run until next year, when could they open a small account and grab a year-end bonus?
The crisis on the game server was finally resolved, Henry wiped cold sweat from his brow, dispelling the thought of reporting this incident to Mr. Stewart.
Mr. Stewart was dealing with a mountain of tasks, hadn’t asked about the game in the two months since beta testing began. The news from the group indicated his mood had been unpredictable lately, better not touch a raw nerve.
"Find the player One Night White Hair, ask if she wants to exchange for cash. Keep an eye tonight, everyone."
By 11 PM, the crashed Three Lives Stone server finally returned to normal, then all players were globally cursing the official, calling it a garbage server.
Official: "..."
Originally packed server, everyone created five or six small accounts each, the numbers multiplying five or six times, no wonder it crashed.
That night, players were too excited to sleep, the game’s official team too exhausted to sleep, while the culprit Chloe Winston slept the most peaceful sleep in half a year.
That night, she extraordinarily didn’t dream of Constantine Stewart, nor did she dream of the Fulham Fortune villa, nor was she haunted by the aggressive Yi Ren Luo after returning home.
The next morning, Chloe awoke to find a message notification on her phone that her livestream platform’s cash withdrawal had been processed.
Chloe checked her bank account, indeed over thirty thousand, with money, her heart felt a bit settled.
Chloe got up, freshened up, and looked in the mirror. Her small face was gaunt and sharp, her misty big eyes appeared even larger, as if they could tear up at any moment, quite different from before.
She reached out to pinch her own face, then packed her bag to go shopping for daily necessities and food.
Her anorexia finally improved a bit, allowing her to eat things other than plain noodle soup.
The snow in Imperial City had finally melted away, with March’s weather whipped by cold winds. Chloe tightened her scarf, got on the subway, overhearing two young women’s excited voices beside her.
"Yi Ren is really beautiful, did you see her pictures from Paris Fashion Week? Each piece was designer made, stunning."
"Mmhmm, saw them, not only is she beautiful, but kindhearted too. She donated 5 million at last year’s winter charity banquet."
"I want to cut my hair like hers, it’s so pure."
"I want to too."
Chloe buried her small face into her warm scarf, trying to absorb some warmth, attending autumn-winter Paris Fashion Week, donating five million, Constantine Stewart truly pampers her.
Back when they were together, Chloe thought Constantine Stewart also pampered her, only later did she realize he truly pampered Yi Ren Luo, while she might’ve just been someone to have dinner with.
Chloe expressionlessly lowered her eyes; maybe soon enough, Yi Ren Luo could move into the private villa on Fulham Road.
Now she hoped Constantine Stewart really married Yi Ren Luo, then no other Chloe Winston would ever warm his cold, capricious heart again.
