"Welcome to the stream, Your Highness—'Supreme Sovereign'—joining FairyRong's live show!"
FairyRong was completely stunned.
What... just happened?
That dazzling golden entrance effect wasn't something ordinary users could access. It was a custom feature designed exclusively by WhaleStream for one person—Jack.
In the blink of an eye, the bullet comments exploded:
"What the hell was that? That entrance effect is god-tier!"
"Holy crap, is that the Supreme Sovereign?!"
"The legend himself is here!"
Jack's arrival shook the entire platform.
Countless smaller streamers instantly lost their viewers—audiences flocked to FairyRong's channel as the system automatically redirected all attention to the Sovereign's chosen stream.
The viewer count shot up like a missile.
Jack frowned slightly at the overwhelming flood of messages. It was so chaotic, FairyRong's voice was barely audible.
He typed a simple message:
"Silence. Enjoy the music."
As soon as he hit send, a golden imperial decree unfurled across the screen.
[Supreme Sovereign's Decree: Silence.]
Those six words hovered in brilliant gold, right above the chat window.
And then—the live chat froze.
No one could send messages anymore.
Viewers across the globe were left speechless. What kind of authority was this? Even WhaleStream, the platform itself, bowed before the Supreme Sovereign, granting him the ability to silence millions with a single command.
Jack was quite pleased with the privileges Michael Dawson had arranged for him.
With the noise finally gone, the stream returned to its peaceful rhythm. FairyRong let out a long sigh of relief and resumed her performance.
Her voice, clear and angelic, echoed through the silent stream. The viewer count kept rising:
10 million… 50 million… 80 million… 100 million…
And it didn't stop.
Inside WhaleStream's headquarters, Michael Dawson stared at the screen in awe. Watching the numbers soar past a hundred million, he couldn't contain his excitement. His boss's presence was absolutely unrivaled.
FairyRong sang all the songs she had prepared, her voice calm and elegant. In her heart, she felt grateful—Jack hadn't spammed her with flashy gifts or interrupted her performance. He had simply listened. That was enough for her.
But just as she thought everything had ended smoothly…
[Supreme Sovereign has sent 100 "Celestial Palaces" to the streamer FairyRong.]
BOOM!
The entire screen dimmed. A golden brilliance swept through the virtual sky like a meteor shower, blanketing everything in divine light. One by one, majestic celestial palaces descended from the heavens—each more awe-inspiring than the last.
And sitting upon a golden throne in one of the palaces was the Supreme Sovereign himself, shrouded in radiant glory, surveying the world below.
The entire internet exploded.
Meanwhile, in Jack's mind, the system prompted him:
"Congratulations, Host. You've spent 10 billion. Cashback received: 10 billion. You have earned 100 Wasteful Points."
Jack smiled. Adding the 5 points he'd earned earlier from investing 500 million in Zhao Xiuning, his total Wasteful Points now reached 105.
Meanwhile, the previously silenced chat had reactivated—and chaos resumed.
"WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS?! That wasn't a gift—that was divine intervention!"
"Wait a sec—'Celestial Palace' is the most expensive gift on FightingWhale Live, right? A hundred million each?!"
"AND HE JUST SENT A HUNDRED?!"
"That's 10 billion in a single drop! Who IS this guy?!"
"The Supreme Sovereign is no longer a legend—he's a living god!"
"This stream just made history!"
The livestream was on fire. Viewers from all corners of the world flooded in. Jack had just shattered every tipping record in WhaleStream's existence.
FairyRong sat frozen in front of her screen.
Just moments ago, she had quietly appreciated how Jack hadn't gone overboard with tipping.
Now?
He had casually tossed out ten billion like it was nothing. Her heart pounded so hard, she could barely breathe.
With trembling fingers, she ended the stream and quickly reached for her phone...
Jack saw FairyRong's name flash across his screen. The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he answered the call.
"What's up, baby?"
"Jack… why did you tip so much just now?" FairyRong's sweet, slightly pouty voice came through the line.
"It's not that much," Jack replied casually. And to him, it truly wasn't.
FairyRong was speechless.Ten billion—not much?What would be considered a lot then?She didn't even dare to imagine it.
"I'm going to refund all of it to you," she said seriously.
Jack didn't address her statement directly. Instead, he asked, "Do you still want to be my girlfriend?"
"Of course!" she answered without hesitation.
"Then it's perfectly reasonable for me to give you money, isn't it?" Jack chuckled.
"Well… yeah, I guess it is, but it's so much…" she muttered, her voice softening. The number still made her dizzy.
"If you're still my girlfriend, then hold onto it. That's an order," Jack said, this time with a gentle firmness.
"Alright… then I'll just keep it safe for you, okay?"FairyRong could hear the seriousness in his tone, so she didn't press further. After all, she was his girlfriend—holding onto his money felt kind of sweet in its own way. The thought made her heart flutter.
"Rong'er, you must be tired after the stream," Jack said, his voice full of concern.
"Not too tired… but my heart almost gave out." She pouted again, half complaining.
Jack chuckled. "Go take a break. I'll come see you in a few days."
The two exchanged a few more flirty lines before finally hanging up.
Jack opened up his virtual system panel and saw that his Wasteful Points had reached 108.
"System, give me a full 108-draw pull," he commanded.
Congratulations, Host. You have received 10 billion.Congratulations, Host. You have received 100 billion.Congratulations, Host. You have received 10 billion.Congratulations, Host. You have received 100 billion.(Repeat x100)...
Jack was speechless.
It was all just money. Not a single skill in sight.
Congratulations, Host. You have received 1 trillion.
That lifted his mood—slightly.
Congratulations, Host. You have received 10 billion.Congratulations, Host. You have received 100 billion.Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the skill: Elite Pitcher.Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the skill: Slam Dunk Master.Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the skill: Screenwriting Master.Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 51% equity in Golden Summit Hotel.Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Eye of Insight.
Seeing the last one, Jack's interest was finally piqued.
He activated the Eye of Insight and looked through the wall into the next room—there she was, Zhao Xiuning, still sound asleep. It felt like she was lying just a few feet away.
"Huh… this is almost like those mythical powers—like the clairvoyance of ancient legends. If I had a pair of 'Wind Listening Ears' too, I could watch and hear anything I want. That'd be wild."
Jack chuckled at the thought but quickly shook his head. He wasn't the type to abuse such abilities to pry into people's privacy.
He shifted his focus back to the other newly unlocked skills—two related to basketball, one to screenwriting.
Was the system trying to push him into the NBA? Or the entertainment industry?
He glanced once more at Zhao Xiuning, still fast asleep. Then, he scribbled a quick note and left it by her bedside:
"Rest well. Call me if you need anything."
With that, he quietly left the hotel, hailed a ride, and headed back to Skyview Villa No. 1.