Chapter 729: The Daily Routine of the Haters

With the experience of watching the live stream on the first day, this group of elves hurried to the shop early the next morning, just as the doors were opening: "Boss, you're open now, keep playing that 'Outlast'!"

You have the nerve to open the doors, surely you have the nerve to keep playing!

"???" Boss Fang stared blankly at this crowd of elves.

Had they really cast aside all their early morning duties just to run over and watch a live stream?

Left with no alternative, Boss Fang helplessly found a seat, took a couple of bites of his instant noodles, and resumed his broadcast.

"Hmm? The boss is streaming again...?" Over at the old shop, at least half of the patrons were already using the new communication jades, making it much more convenient for them to watch the live stream than it was here at the new shop.

Some elders of the Liuyun Daoist Palace and disciples of the Yunhai Sect were currently sipping their morning tea, while others sat aboard the passenger Dharma boats bound for Jiuhua City, catching a glimpse of the stream first.

"Oh... he's streaming again!"

A live stream from Boss Fang was a rare sight; a game as massive as World of Warcraft had barely been streamed at all, so now that there was something to watch, everyone quickly opened the streaming room.

Meanwhile...

On the streets of Canglan City.

"Newspapers! Today's newspapers!" A young lad of about fourteen or fifteen shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his arm in the street.

An autumn leaf drifted to the ground with the morning breeze, and suddenly, a chilling, solemn atmosphere could be felt.

"Give me one." Turning around, one could see groups of elves marching through the city gates.

Leading them was a silver-bearded elder, leaning on a gnarled silver staff adorned with wooden tendrils.

He wore a modest blue-gray outer robe, yet its craftsmanship was exquisitely detailed; upon closer inspection, one could faintly discern incredibly fine patterns of embroidered leaves, a distinctive motif of the elven race.

"Five copper coins." The lad hastily handed over today's newspaper.

While mages and noble knights used magical letters or projections to convey information, this cheap and practical method of delivering news still possessed a massive market.

"It's all the latest news from today!"

An elven elder beside him glanced over: "Elder... it seems these humans are indeed spreading rumors... going to this place called 'Origin Internet Club' is equated to treason. Look, it's written in the newspaper that just yesterday, there already..."

He looked at the figures on the newspaper: "There are already hundreds of thousands of humans making public statements to denounce this... Origin Internet Club."

"Hurry, hurry! Let us rush to this 'Origin Internet Club' and see if Elder Xiwei is there!"

Though it was hard to believe, how could they not take such a matter seriously?!

At the same time, in... that rather cramped alchemy room, a slightly plump mage clad in a black robe patterned with stars stared with excitement. Lines of text rapidly materialized upon his magical letter, resembling a magical forum dedicated exclusively to discussing mystic realms.

Then he opened a post titled "Great Love for 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy'" once more, beneath which lay one of his own comments: Are you referring to the one where the female lead is a thief?

"What do you mean the female lead is a thief?"

"Is 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' mystic realm truly so corrupt and perverse?"

"Is that true? I originally intended to go there and try it out..."

"..."

Sure enough, he saw a crowd of people replying below to inquire about the situation.

"Indeed, not only is the female lead a thief, but the male lead is also an ungrateful wretch who betrayed his sect. Furthermore, someone has personally tested the 'artifact forging' of this 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' and found it completely useless!"

"Whatever you do, do not believe in 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy'!"

"Hahaha!" After sending a flurry of replies, he gleefully opened another post, which he had authored himself: Ten Reasons Not to Play World of Warcraft.

Listed below were the professional assertions of several "masters."

Not only him, but he also noticed other posts alongside his own, such as "Don't let trash mystic realms distort your aesthetic views" and "The Holy Light spells in the World of Warcraft mystic realm have been tested and proven ineffective, do not be deceived," almost completely submerging the entire magical forum.

As a mage of the Royal Magic Association, Tyche had ordered a bowl of instant noodles in the early morning and was also browsing this magical forum.

Suddenly, she caught sight of "The female lead of 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' is a thief? The male lead is an ungrateful wretch?!" Han Lingsha clearly raided tombs to relieve the poor and suffering! And what about Yun Tianhe?!

Watching a group of newbies who originally intended to enter the game reply that such a mystic realm was not worth trying, she grew absolutely furious and hastily replied: "Have you even played it? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

How could they slander it so carelessly!

Inside that small alchemy room, the mage suddenly heard a notification prompt: "Someone replied?"

Seeing Tyche's reply, he could not help but sneer, responding: "Are you another traitor to the nation?"

Slapping a massive accusation on her first.

"Ah—!" Seeing this, Tyche felt as though her lungs were about to burst with rage.

She desperately wanted to smash the cappuccino in her hand onto the floor.

She was nearly driven to tears; as a member of the Royal Magic Association, she loved her homeland immensely, yet she was suddenly branded a traitor to the nation by someone else?!

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Meanwhile, far away in the Holy Light Nation.

Dressed in a grand crimson sacrificial robe, Pibo looked at the table overflowing with delicacies, smiling as he served dishes to several masters: "This idea is truly excellent...!"

"Hahaha!" Master Os smiled, saying proudly, "That 'Eye of the Mystic Realm' magical forum—though I possess meager talent, I happen to be one of its administrators."

"If those 'Blizzard Workshops' or 'Softstar Workshops' make any radical remarks..."

While he spoke, Tyche was composing her thoughts. On her magical letter, a very distinctive piece of magical parchment, she had already penned a lengthy reply of several hundred words and was preparing to send it out.

Just as she infused her mana to begin the transmission, a message suddenly flashed upon the letter: "Your posting privileges have been frozen."

"!!!"

"Waaaaah—!"

In the lounge area of Boss Fang's new shop, a female mage could be seen frantically slamming the table, driven completely mad with anger!

How could they do this!

...

At this moment, Boss Fang was still live-streaming "Outlast."

After the protagonist's fingers were severed, the difficulty of the game evidently escalated.

Originally, having to constantly face these bloody hands without any medical treatment was already deeply unnerving, let alone the fact that the game would once again weaken the protagonist's physical condition.

If he still possessed the strength to struggle when encountering patients and other monsters before, then now, even struggling would likely prove difficult.

His body would even grow cold due to the blood loss.

This also meant that the protagonist's physical state might not hold out for much longer.

Though Boss Fang remained calm while playing, his voice gasped slightly due to the terrible physical condition in the game: "When we escape the pursuit of this mad doctor, we must close the doors behind us. This can buy us a lot of time."

Next, Boss Fang went to retrieve the elevator key (the asylum's elevator required a key to operate). Not long after entering the elevator, the doctor was seen tracing his way there; clearly familiar with the terrain, he knew exactly how the protagonist would escape.

The protagonist wanted to push him out, but he evidently lacked the strength.

Yet, just as half of the doctor's body leaned inside, the elevator activated!

"My goodness!"

"Oh no, the killer elevator! It's the killer elevator again!" Sera evidently recalled the time she fell to her death in the Undercity.

With the doctor dealt with, a torrential downpour had already begun outside.

The darkness seemed to harbor an increasingly ominous presence, and the atmosphere of the game grew more sinister by the moment, as if something hidden within those bleak shadows was about to claw its way out.

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It is even later now, my apologies.

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