Chapter 813: The Hidden Final Streamer

Every cycle of reincarnation was a new life. Nothing could be carried over from the past—no memories, no physical objects. Under the influence of Destiny, a person became a blank slate, repeating the exact same choices they had made thousands of times before. This was the true horror of Destiny.

Recalling my conversation with the Live Show Examiner, I leaned against the iron door in the underground depths of the Deep Dream Layer.

The Live Show Examiner was a wisp of will left behind by a past or future version of myself who had failed. His sole purpose was to tell the present me the truth.

'If I still can't destroy Destiny in this reincarnation, will I end up just like him?' The answer was undeniably yes. The obsession forged through 2.6 billion reincarnations made me agree with the Live Show's methods more than I ever had before.

"This sky has been imprisoned by Destiny for far too long. The mortal realm is not a chessboard, and no one has the right to treat all living beings as pawns." I took out the Live Show Phone and tapped the icon on its screen.

"Acquiring image..."

"Connecting to live chat..."

"Data stable. Initiate live broadcast?"

"Yes."

"Welcome Teletubbies Died of Murder to the broadcast room. Welcome Master Tieling Biao to the broadcast room..."

Standing in the dilapidated corridor of the dark Live Show underground, I watched the chat rolling across the screen. Everyone in this channel, regardless of their identity or profession, was worthy of respect.

As the Red Mansion Live Broadcast reached its conclusion, my popularity had skyrocketed. Only a few short minutes had passed since I started this stream, yet the viewer count had already surpassed 30,000.

Compared to the entire mortal realm, 30,000 people was an insignificant drop in the bucket. But they were the sparks the Live Show had scattered across the earth. Given time, a single spark could start a prairie fire.

Teletubbies Died of Murder tipped the Super Thriller Live Broadcast Room 99 Underworld Coins: "Why aren't you saying anything? The atmosphere feels as depressing as a breakup. Streamer, did your boyfriend dump you?"

Maybe Only I'm Not a Fairy tipped the Super Thriller Live Broadcast Room 99 Underworld Coins: "I have my first anatomy class tomorrow morning. I'm not sure if I need to bring my own corpse. Looks like I'll have to give my ex-boyfriend a call."

Jin Gen: "Who can type my name? I had to switch between five different keyboards just to find this character!"

Ordinary Brother Ye: "Call me Brother Ye and drop your Alipay accounts. One thousand Underworld Coins per person."

Master Tieling Biao tipped the Super Thriller Live Broadcast Room 99 Underworld Coins: "Kid, are you looking down on your Lord Biao?! Brother Ye, 15694852473..."

The chat rolled by in a blur. Even now, I could still recall the awkwardness of my very first stream and the shock I felt as the livestream viewers dropped into the channel one after another.

The emergence of the Live Show had changed my life, just as it had altered their fates. Perhaps in this lifetime they still couldn't escape the chessboard, but at the very least, they had seen the truth.

My streaming style was completely different from the other live show streamers. I was probably the only terrible streamer who engaged in deep conversations with the livestream viewers and actually asked them for help.

By all metrics, I was just an ordinary person. The only extraordinary thing about me was that I had made it to the very end.

Making my way through the corridor, I climbed the stairs step by step. When I passed Room 444, I went out of my way to peek inside.

The altar table had been overturned, and the floor was littered with the fragments of broken Paper Doll Masks.

Just like the very first time I had set foot on No-Lights Road, I walked forward slowly until I stepped out of No. 44.

The swarm of thoughts shrouding the Lightless District had dissipated. Xiao A had left at some unknown time. She likely didn't want to see me, intentionally avoiding me ahead of time.

"Now, I'm going to look for the final Reincarnation Mirror Fragment." Everyone was racking their brains for a way to destroy Destiny. I had my own path to walk, and the key to it all lay with the Reincarnation Mirror.

Taking a deep breath, I dispelled the unspeakable sense of loneliness welling up in my heart. I looked at the stream and, as if I had practiced it countless times, spoke the familiar words.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Super Thriller Live Broadcast Room..."

After I delivered my opening line, the chat slowed down. Through the screen, I knew there were tens of thousands of eyes watching me from the other side.

"Thank you all for sticking with me. Thank you for staying by my side until this dream was over. This is an ending, but it's also a new beginning." I turned the phone's camera toward myself and walked toward the district shadowed by the breach in the sky. The Butcher had been captured, and the Traitors and Black Robe would definitely take him there, as that place was the crux of their grand scheme.

Teletubbies Died of Murder: "Fuck, don't do anything stupid! Why the hell do you sound like you're leaving your last words? What are you about to do?"

Socrates Paradox: "What's going on? Are you getting banned? Do you need legal aid?"

The chat instantly flooded the screen. I watched the comments fly by in a blur. After a moment of silence, I didn't reply to them. Instead, I simply continued with what I had to say: "An average normal person makes 103 choices every day, and each choice triggers 103 different variables. Based on a lifespan of one hundred years, assuming no external influence, a single person has over 380 million possible endings."

"If you break a person down into different versions of themselves by the second, and again calculate it based on a one-hundred-year lifespan, then from birth to death, 3.15 billion different versions of the self will exist within the river of time."

"Time and choice form destiny, and that is exactly what makes the future so wonderful. But the emergence of Destiny restricted everything. An unseen providence interferes with the world. A person is forced to make a specific choice at a specific moment. This restricted, predetermined future is what we call fate."

"After surviving 2.6 billion reincarnations, I can no longer see my fate, and no one else can see my fate either."

I was talking to myself, but I was also pouring my heart out. As I walked down the streets of the Deep Dream Layer, I simply spoke the words I wanted to say.

"The Live Show's Second Stage evaluation of me is nearing its end. This is also a crucial turning point in my current reincarnation." No one truly knew just how powerful the Live Show was. No one knew how many Dao scriptures and rare treasures it had hidden from Destiny's gaze and preserved across countless reincarnations. That was the foundation it had accumulated over 2.6 billion cycles; it was the arsenal it relied upon to fight against Destiny. And right now, I still didn't have the qualifications to inherit it all.

"Perhaps only when I unlock all the Dao Locks within my body and inherit all my past memories will the Live Show's evaluation officially conclude. By then, I'm afraid I'll have to face Destiny head-on and become his greatest enemy." I stared up into the sky, my gaze locking onto the breach. "Destiny and I are doomed to be enemies. Since I can't change that, I might as well take this opportunity to weaken his strength as much as I can."

The upheaval in the Deep Dream Layer had triggered massive chaos. The adjacent districts had been practically reduced to a dead zone.

Without stopping to rest, I rushed back to the district directly beneath the breach. It had already transformed into a spider's nest.

Black, white, and gray spider silk completely engulfed the district, turning it into a massive, translucent cocoon. Ferocious silhouettes could faintly be seen skittering around behind the webbing.

Before I even reached it, I heard a series of deafening booms coming from within. It sounded like an intense battle was raging inside.

"I wonder if Xiao A and the Man in the Colorful Robe got into a fight, or if the Butcher is still putting up a final struggle." The Traitors' lair was right here in the Deep Dream Layer, giving them the home-field advantage. The Black-Robed Anchor specialized in the Dream Dao, allowing him to exert two hundred percent of his combat power in this realm. But what truly astonished me was the Butcher. Despite losing the initiative, falling into a brutal trap, and fighting in an environment he didn't excel in, he was actually able to hold off multiple enemies by himself for this long.

"Just how strong was this guy at his peak?"

Gripping the Live Show Phone in one hand, I paced around the periphery. Time flowed at different rates inside and outside the district, so I was in no rush. I patiently waited for an opportunity.

It didn't take long for the battle inside to escalate once again. The shockwaves from the clashes tore right through the spider webs on the district's outer edge. Watching the shadowy spiders crawl out to repair the damage, I hesitated no longer. Seizing the moment while they were distracted, I quietly slipped inside.

Explosions rang out continuously inside the district. Activating my Judging Eye, I could clearly see Xiao A and the Man in the Colorful Robe fighting on the periphery. Their battle seemed to still be in the probing phase. They were simply controlling giant dream beasts, trying to force out each other's trump cards.

Meanwhile, the battle in the center of the district had already reached a white-hot intensity. The Black-Robed Anchor and a man drenched in a bloody shirt were locked in a fight to the death.

The methods they employed completely defied common sense, unleashing terrifying power through mere bodies of flesh and blood.

"The man in the bloody shirt should be the Butcher's true will. His face looks similar to Zhu Li's, but I've never actually seen him before." Hiding behind a street corner, I suppressed my impulses and began to consider another problem entirely.

Xiao A had once told me that there were ten known live show streamers who had passed the evaluation.