NOVGO.NET Chapter 318: Live Stream
Chapter 318: Live Stream
Ding!!
[Invitations have been successfully sent.]
[Awaiting responses from eligible Evil Constellations…]
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Inside the System Space
Zara sat lazily on her dark throne, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping slowly against the armrest.
The place around her was almost entirely swallowed by darkness.
No sky.
No ground.
No walls.
Just an endless, desolate void cold, eerie, and silent, as if the concept of sound itself had died here long ago. A place where even time seemed unsure whether it should move forward or stay frozen.
Then
A sudden blue light pierced the darkness.
A translucent panel unfolded itself in front of her, glowing softly yet insistently, its color completely out of place in this dead world.
Zara’s tapping stopped.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned forward, Her dark pupils reflecting the floating screen.
[Congratulations, you have been invited to a Live Stream of a Young Villain.]
[Join this Live Stream to watch his journey, guide him, and teach him the way of the best villain.]
[Do you wish to enter the Live Stream?]
[Join / Decline]
“Ohhh?”
“This must be that boy’s doing.”
Zara leaned back against her throne, one arm resting casually, the other lifting slightly as if to touch the panel but she stopped just short of it.
Watching. Thinking.
She didn’t fully understand what a “live stream” was supposed to be.
Still…
Curiosity was a dangerous thing.
And Zara had never been good at resisting it.
“Well,” she said lightly, eyes gleaming, “let’s see what kind of nonsense you’re up to, little villain.”
She reached out.
Tapped Join.
The moment her finger touched the panel, The pannel shifted.
And at that exact same moment
Far beyond her space
The same screen appeared.
In a land covered entirely in flowers, endless fields stretching to the horizon, petals dancing gently in the wind, a man stood quietly among them.
Dressed simply, sleeves rolled up, hands stained faintly with soil, he looked more like a gentle gardener than a villain. His face carried a calm, almost kind expression, as if he belonged nowhere near bloodshed or cruelty.
The blue panel appeared before him.
He blinked Confusedly
But his eyes held interest.
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Elsewhere
In a serene land filled with tall bamboo trees, their leaves swaying softly as if whispering secrets to one another, an old man sat atop a massive rock.
He was hunched slightly, posture relaxed, one leg dangling off the edge.
In his hands was a very questionable picture book, which he read with far too much focus, lips curled into a perverted grin that absolutely did not match the tranquil surroundings.
The blue panel appeared.
He paused.
Lowered the book.
“…Hah?”
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And just like that
In many other system spaces
Panels appeared.
As all the villain’s Razeal had met with.
Each of them stared at the same invitation.
Each of them felt the same faint pull.
Curiosity.
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Back to Razeal
Razeal stood silently, eyes fixed on the system panel hovering before him.
The live stream interface remained active, the waiting notification pulsing softly.
Nothing else happened.
Not yet.
He exhaled slowly.
“…It hasn’t even been twenty seconds,” he muttered in his head, irritation creeping in far faster than it should have.
His fingers tapped once against his arm.
Then again.
“What, is it really that bad?” he thought, rubbing his chin. “Don’t tell me no one even has a Rank 1 relationship with me.”
The idea genuinely annoyed him.
After all, he had interacted with villains. Many of them, actually. He’d negotiated with them. Threatened them. Been tortured by them.
“…Does torture not count as bonding?” he thought curiously.
He frowned.
“All I ever did was business deals or get abused. That can’t be that low, right?”
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
“What if this whole thing flops?”
“What if no one shows up?”
The thought irritated him more than it should have.
Then
Ding!!
Razeal stiffened.
His gaze snapped back to the panel.
[Congratulations, Host!]
[Zara (The Strongest Mother) Rank: SSS+ has joined the Live Stream.]
His eyes raised slightly.
“…Zara?” he muttered, surprised.
Before he could process it
Ding!!
[Zenocide (The World’s Killer) Rank: SSS− has joined the Live Stream.]
Ding!!
[Lily (Greatest Thief) Rank: SSS− has joined the Live Stream.]
[Ancestor Xue (Not a Swordsman) Rank: SSS has joined the Live Stream.]
[Drake (Degenerated Bastard) Rank: SSS− has joined the Live Stream.]
[Xhifer Zibilchion (The Greatest Collector) Rank: SSS− has joined the Live Stream.]
Ding!!
[Lucifer Morningstar (Lord of Hell) Rank: SSS++ has joined the Live Stream.]
[Congratulations, Host Vaelitharion Noctra’vel Seraphis Dra’Kareth Vorn’Aelthyr Aecrivan Mael’torus (Vampire Progenitor) Rank: SSS++ has joined the Live Stream]
[Congratulations, Host Tongue (The Overruler)
Rank: EX has joined the Live Stream]
The notifications appeared almost at the same time, stacking over one another on the live stream panel.
Razeal stared at the screen.
“…Woah.”
“More than I thought would appear…” he muttered silently, eyes scanning the list again. He had honestly assumed that maybe one or two would appear.
His lips twitched.
“…Are these really all Rank One or above relationships?”
That thought actually stunned him.
He wasn’t the type to underestimate himself but he also wasn’t delusional.
He knew most of these interactions had been brief.
Some were deals.
Some were just meetings.
Some were… torture.
And yet
Rank One.
Or higher.
“So it’s really not my problem that people don’t like me in the real world,” he thought calmly.
“It’s their problem.”
He had barely met these monsters once or twice, and still
They have relationship with him.
Villains, it seemed, appreciated him more
Before he could dwell on it further, the live stream chat began to move.
Live Chat..
Zara: Hmmm… so it really was you, little villain. I can actually watch you now? While you not being in my space? Oh? And what happened to your appearance? You’ve completely changed.
Her message appeared at the very top, highlighted faintly given automatically.
Razeal’s attention snapped fully back to the interface.
“Umm, yeah,” Razeal replied calmly, his mental voice steady as he sent the message.
“I figured you guys might be lonely in there.”
“So I thought why not show you the world I’m in now? As for the changes… things happened.” He didn’t elaborate much
Though while talking he felt something strange.
Talking to her like this felt… different.
Back then, her presence alone had weighed on him like a mountain. Every word had required caution. Every movement restraint.
But now
There was a distance.
A screen.
A separation that made it easier to breathe.
Easier to speak.
Vaelitharion Noctra’vel Seraphis Dra’Kareth Vorn’Aelthyr Aecrivan Mael’torus: What an unusual world… I cannot sense dark mana. Not even a trace. How do beings even survive in such an environment?
Razeal raised an eyebrow slightly as how fast this guy was to catch things.
Ancestor Xue: Indeed. No dark qi. No corrupted flow. No abyssal resonance. This environment is… clean. Unnaturally so An feeling kinda weird by this
Zenocide: The world is beautiful But why you are beneath the sea I also sense a considerable accumulation of killing aura around you. …I don’t know how to feel about that. now maybe even regretting a little to grant you this dao.. Wait? It hasn’t corrupted you yet? Not even twisting your mind or desires? How did you do that?
Lucifer Morningstar: Hmmm. Fascinating. We are capable of direct interaction? And yet, I cannot perceive the mechanism or magic behind it?
Lucifer Morningstar: Question for everyone present. Do you also exist within a sealed domain? A place where only you, and those tied to you, may reside? No outsiders. No unrelated existences. After your deaths.
Zara: Hmmm…
Ancestor Xue: Indeed.
Zenocide: It seems we all do. So we are not alone after all. I remember he told me there were beings on my level perhaps even stronger connected to him. I did not believe it at the time. But now… seeing all of you gathered around the same individual… It appears there is a connection between us.
Zenocide: My rank is listed as SSS-, and yet I see others marked SSS+, even higher. I do not fully understand what this system uses to judge this, but I assume it is tied to overall strength, danger, or impact. Still… in my lifetime, I never encountered anyone truly equal to me. Not once. That makes this… unsettling.
Zara: There are different worlds and dimensions. Must be because of that.
Zenocide: Dimensions? What exactly are dimensions?
Ancestor Xue: You do not know of dimensions? A dimension is a layer of existence a framework that defines space, time, laws, and power. In my origin world, there were many: Lower Realms, Upper Realms, Immortal Realms, Void Realms.
Ancestor Xue: Each realm operated under entirely different laws. One could be a supreme existence in a lower realm… and become utterly insignificant upon entering a higher one.
Power, cultivation, even the meaning of existence itself changes between realms.
Lily: Huh? I thought there was just… one world.
In hell
Lucifer sat upon his throne of hellfire, crimson eyes fixed on the translucent panel hovering before him. Messages rose and fell like tides, each revealing fragments of knowledge, gaps in understanding, and wildly different perceptions of reality.
He rubbed his chin slowly, amused.
Lucifer: No. I do not believe this is merely a matter of dimensions. I ruled over many dimensions myself. And the realms Ancestor Xue described… I have never encountered them. So I propose a different conclusion. We are not from different dimensions. But maybe from different realities all entirely.
The chat froze.
No immediate responses.
Even the most arrogant minds paused.
Xhifer Zibilchion (Greatest Collector): …Interesting theory.
Drake (Degenerated Bastard): I don’t know what realities or dimensions are supposed to mean. And frankly, I don’t care. If it doesn’t change anything, why bother?
Lucifer: Perhaps it does change everything. Consider this: If this boy can connect beings from entirely separate realities… Allow us to communicate… And even show us a world none of us belong to… Then it is not impossible that he possesses a method to bring us there as well.
Lucifer leaned back into his throne, flames curling lazily around his form. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
So I was right after all… Father never sealed Hell for eternity. No prison lasts forever. Not even one made by God.
Zenocide: I do not really care. The place I built for myself brings me peace. Leaving it would only turn me back into the madman I once was.
Ancestor Xue: Hmph. But I want women. Warmth. Touch. The feeling of flesh and breath. I can perceive countless women through this screen alone… That alone makes me wish to step out.
Drake (Degenerated Bastard): Heh.
Fellow daoist… it seems our thoughts align quite well.
Ancestor Xue: Then you are clearly a man of culture.
Vampire Progenitor:There is a function in the corner of this interface. “Gift.” What does it mean? I tapped it, and it responded.
Zara: Isn’t it obvious? This greedy little villain wants tribute in exchange for letting us observe him and “guide” him toward villainy. Those floating words made it quite clear.
Lily: Hah. This good boy came to me asking for skills as well. Greedy indeed.
The chat continued to scroll voices overlapping, theories stacking, none of them addressing the one who stood at the center of it all.
Razeal’s patience thinned.
“Alright, guys… will you all just stop for a moment?”
Razeal finally spoke up.
He had been standing there quietly the whole time, waiting ..waiting for them to finish their endless back-and-forth discussions. At first, he honestly believed they would notice him on their own. That they would eventually turn and ask what he had to say.
But they didn’t.
They just kept talking among themselves, completely absorbed, completely dismissive treating him like some clueless kid while they carried on like dignified adults.
One of Razeal’s eyebrows twitched.
Truthfully, the irritation had already settled in his chest. A sharp, unpleasant feeling. Still, he forced it down and maintained his composure. Losing his temper here wouldn’t help anyone least of all himself.. He didn’t really want to offend his viewers in start afterall.
“Look,” he said again, his voice calm but firm, cutting through the chatter at last. “Here’s the thing. This is an idea.. a function I just came up with.”
“I was thinking… you’re all probably bored out of your minds, just sitting in one place. And even if you’re not, listening to the same things over and over can’t be all that entertaining. I won’t lie my life isn’t exactly thrilling to watch.” Razeal lied with no shame whatsoever.
“But what if it is entertaining to you? I mean… who knows?”
The chat went silent.
For a brief moment, it seemed like they were actually considering his words.
Then
Ancestor Xue: scoff. That’s a lie.. This greedy little bastard forced me to teach him my ultimate skill and all I got in return were a few dozen books.
Razeal’s eye twitched again.
“Yes,” Razeal replied calmly, not even bothering to deny it. “I never said this wasn’t for my own benefit. Honestly, I’m just hoping you’ll all be generous enough to help me out while watching.”
He cleared his throat slightly, awkwardly mimicking the style of streamers from his past life.
“You can… give me gifts. It’s not like you’re losing anything, right? Think of it as curing your boredom watching something new while spending resources you’re all drowning in anyway. Stuff none of you even have a use for.”
This time, no one interrupted.
They listened.
Then a voice chimed in.
Degenerated Bastard: “It’s not a bad idea. I am extremely bored. And I wouldn’t mind paying to see interesting things.”
A small, satisfied smile appeared on Razeal’s face.
“Good,” he said, nodding approvingly. “You’re a smart one.”
He hadn’t even needed to overexplain. As expected, these people weren’t fools.
Degenerated Bastard: “Alright. I understand the concept. I’ll pay one S-rank skill of my own… in exchange, show me some beautiful women.. without clothes. It’s been years.”
Ancestor Xue: At first, I thought this would be something utterly stupid. But now that you’ve said it out loud…it actually sounds extremely useful. You truly are an intellectual man, Mr. Degenerated Bastard. I would very much like to be your friend.
Ancestor Xue: And yes I am also willing to offer payment. One S-rank skill no, make that an SS-rank skill. A Dual Cultivation Sutra.. On one condition.. I want to see you cook rice together with a Heavenly Beauty… and show it properly. From every angle.
Razeal stared at the messages in silence.
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