His skills weren’t bad, but he was nowhere near my level. Five minutes later, he surrendered. The first round was a breeze, and the chat went wild, showering me with gifts. In just that short span of time, I’d already pulled in almost five million. But that still wasn’t enough. The second challenger also claimed to be a fan; my mage toyed with him, chasing him all over the map.. Everyone praised my gameplay, some even asking to take me on as their mentor. Soon, pro teams were reaching out, dangling contracts worth up to a hundred million. I didn’t respond; I just said flatly, “Next.” But as the praise piled up, so did the jealousy. “There are plenty of girls with cute voices who can game, but trust me—every one I’ve met like that? Not much to look at. They stay anonymous online to boost their confidence.” The comment struck a nerve with many viewers. “Yeah, I know someone like that too—super sweet voice, but in real life? Total catfish.” “My online girlfriend’s like that too. Plain as can be, but as long as she keeps her face hidden, her profile pic could be anyone.” A few fans jumped to defend me. “You’re just jealous. No way she’s not gorgeous. That sultry, mature tone? She definitely isn’t some gamer shut-in.” Radix fired back, “I’ve met her in person. She’s gorgeous—absolutely gorgeous. I’m completely smitten.” Someone flamed him right away. “Simp!” Radix’s face must have gone bright red. “So what if I am?” While they argued, the viewer count skyrocketed, climbing to five million. Even my follower count was shooting up. By the end of the stream, I was on the brink of a hundred million followers. Then the chat exploded with demands for a face reveal.I laughed. “If the total gift amount hits three hundred million, I’ll do a face reveal.” The room went crazy. “Three hundred million? No way. No regular streamer could ever rake in that kind of money; she’s just bluffing because she doesn’t want to show her face.” I just smiled and said nothing, continuing the challenges. The final challenger of the night was Gilbert. He was already insanely popular, with tens of millions of fans. Our public showdown drew even more attention to the stream. Viewership finally broke ten million. Gilbert sat beside me as we started. “Raelyn, what if you lose?” he asked. I smiled. “I won’t.” The match began. At first, I fell behind, but soon enough, I led a perfect ambush, taking him down and destroying the high tower in his territory. Gilbert had been at the top of the leaderboards for years; beating him basically meant I was untouchable. And me—a girl no one had even heard of—beating Gilbert? The stream went wild. Then, as the shock settled, the viewers noticed something else—the total gifts had really passed three hundred million. Four hundred million. Five. Then a billion. The numbers were skyrocketing—so fast it made my head spin. No streamer had ever broken the billion mark. I was the first. Fans flooded the chat, screaming for the promised face reveal. Since I’d gotten what I asked for, I kept my word and turned on the camera.A face with flawless makeup appeared on screen, and the chat exploded. “Isn’t that my favourite Jennifer?” “What do you mean, ‘my favourite Jennifer’? That’s Raelyn, the queen of esports!” “Shut up, all of you. That’s Rarity, our goddess!” “Are you blind? That’s the CEO of Bluewater Corporation, you fake fans!” “She’s the long-lost granddaughter of the Imperial Pack! Do you people not read the news?” Watching the chaos scroll past, I could only sigh in exasperation. “All right, enough,” I said. The chat froze in stunned silence—three whole seconds—before the room erupted again. “Raelyn, you have to stream more often! Next time, I’ll drop another carnival for you!” I pressed my lips together, amused, but before I could say anything, the screen abruptly went black. A message appeared: Your stream has been reported and has been banned. The next second, my phone buzzed with a text. “Raelyn, I know it’s you. If you’re thinking of making money from streaming, you’d better drop the idea right now.”