Greatest Streamer System

Chapter 472 – Free Content is Welcome!

Unlike the first time they were here, the area first few meters from their spawn point was dark. No light, except the one coming from their flashlight, could be seen.

In the darkness, Flexy stepped forward first, holding a flashlight in his hand. His body was trembling slightly due to fear. However...

"You can do it, buddy!"

"Un. Good luck."

"I trust you, bro!"

"Hmph! Be a good bait, peasant."

"Hahaha... We’re counting on you."

The teammates who went through thick but not thin moments were cheering him from behind. They were laughing at his misfortune.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath and walked toward the manhole.

Currently, he was a few meters away from the location that would trigger the lamp. Once he passed that place, he had to run around and then shine his flashlight to keep the creature away from the manhole.

It was a simple but dangerous job.

— You get what you deserves, Flexy

— Now we shall turn orange into red. You know? Blood red.

— I get you man, I can’t help but look forward to it.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His viewers had no trust in him surviving this ordeal. They wanted to see him turn into mince meat after getting killed by the creature.

Gritting his teeth, Flexy declared loudly.

"I WILL SURVIVE!"

Max chuckled at that. His chat already wished for Flexy’s peaceful rest.

The orange-haired streamer walked slowly. And when he passed the drawing...

Bam!

The light turned on at once. Bright flash momentarily blinded everyone, making them squint their eyes lightly. Still, they couldn’t afford to look away as the monster was spawned already.

It stood before Flexy on two legs. Its elongated neck stretched out as it growled at Flexy who shouted.

— Breeze, that’s so evil. How could you kill him? I am looking forward to his retaliation.

Max didn’t waste any time and jumped into the manhole at that moment. When he landed, he found himself in a small room with stairs. The ladders connecting to the manhole above couldn’t be seen.

Everyone looked at him worriedly.

"How’s Flexy doing?" MadLad asked as Max shrugged.

"He died." He replied with a sad expression. "He sacrificed himself for us, sob."

"Ah, so you killed him." Princess Peach interrupted with her cold tone as Max winced. "Do you think I don’t know what you are trying to do? You put that peasant there on purpose."

"Well, it’s free content." He responded without hesitation. "Don’t you want to see Flexy die horribly? I bet all viewers want him or someone dead... In the game, I mean."

Princess Peach opened her mouth as if wanting to retort but didn’t say anything in the end. She also knew how entertaining it was to watch Flexy screaming like that. Even the comment in her stream went fast when they saw Flexy got chased by the creature. Read new chapters at empire

They were streamers. Content was their lifeblood. They lived and died depending on their content. No one would pass up the opportunity to produce new content and gain more viewership.

And watching Flexy getting eaten alive by a creature was truly great content, even more so than any horror game he ever played.

— I just checked Flexy’s stream! He’s screaming behind you, Breeze

— lolol, their viewers really enjoyed it. They wanted revenge

— Hahahaha, how many votes of revenge do you think will come?

— My bet is 5K+ votes

— I bet it reached 10K+ votes to get revenge against Breeze.

"Are you guys seriously betting now?" He facepalmed as his chat ignored him and kept making bets.

Amelia giggled beside him while Lily laughed lightly. MadLad also snickered as Princess Peach snorted.

"It’s good to get more views." The VTuber added. "But where do we go now?" She asked as everyone looked around.

"Forward, right? We’re not in the new area yet, as Flexy is still dead." Max said, looking at the only corridor there.

It was narrow with water dripping from the ceiling.

Old rusty pipes could be seen with some strange fluid spilled around the walls. A rotten smell was hanging in the air, making the place even more disgusting to be seen.

Max frowned at the sight of that corridor.