Shwoosh—
Ten streaks of light flashed across the system's screen. The rewards were:
Mistplitter Reforged, Doraemon's Dorayaki, Barbara's freshly removed white stockings, Feast (Cho'Gath's ultimate), Mitsuha Miyamizu's Chewed Sake, Lelouch's Zero Helmet, Elaina's Witch Hat, Sakamoto's Black-Rimmed Glasses, Breathing of the Sun, and a bottle of Golden Dragon Peanut Oil.
"Feast… isn't that Cho'Gath's ult?"
Bai Hao frowned slightly, picking up the card labeled Feast.
That was indeed the ultimate skill of Cho'Gath, the Terror of the Void. It allowed him to devour enemies, dealing true damage and permanently increasing his maximum health with every successful bite.
The version he drew had the same feature — an infinitely stackable, growth-type ultimate that would strengthen Bai Hao's body and vitality each time he consumed something powerful.
The stronger the food, the greater the gain.
For someone as lazy as Bai Hao, this was a god-tier ability — getting stronger just by eating? Perfect.
Without hesitation, he crushed the golden card and learned Feast!
In that instant, a pulse of alien energy surged into his body.
His flesh and bones evolved quietly, his stomach turning into something like a miniature black hole.
A deep hunger gnawed at him, endless and insatiable.
Bai Hao realized—he could probably eat anything now, and it'd all digest without a trace.
Then he glanced at the remaining cards.
Mistplitter Reforged — that was Keqing's weapon, completely useless to him. Into the warehouse it went.
Breathing of the Sun — now that was good. It'd dramatically enhance his close-combat ability, enough to push him from a mere one-star Fighter all the way up to a Great Fighter!
Even if he unlocked higher tiers later, he'd no longer have to fear dying — not with Feast as his backup.
So he crushed the second card.
In a flash, the Thirteen Forms of the Sun Breathing flowed into his mind like a flood of burning light. He could feel the technique merging seamlessly with his body.
Then there was… Barbara's stockings.
This system really was a pervert—always swiping weird junk like that.
Heh… but, well, he kinda liked it.
The rest—dorayaki, chewed sake, helmet, witch hat, glasses, peanut oil—were all useless. Into the warehouse they went to gather dust.
Then—gurgle!
His stomach growled fiercely.
"Ugh… ever since I got Feast, I've been starving all the time…" Bai Hao muttered, smacking his lips.
He stood up, slipped into a sharp silver-white martial outfit, and headed out. "Alright—off to Wanmin Restaurant!"
Liyue's streets were alive with noise and motion. Teahouses, market stalls, and alleys all buzzed with the same topic—
the Teyvat Fan-Creation Livestream System.
Half the city was talking about it. To them, it was better than any storyteller at a teahouse.
Others were lamenting their punishments—or laughing at those still suffering.
Chang Jiuye still hadn't finished his marathon. Fast-Blade Chen had been forced into three days of free labor. And poor Chef Mao was out on the streets literally giving away his money.
The people of Liyue were loving every minute of it.
This new stream had made the whole city a carnival.
After all, who doesn't love watching chaos—especially when it's someone else's?
Everyone was already wondering: Who's getting roasted tomorrow?
"♪ Come on~ Be happy~ ♪"
"♪ We've got plenty of time~ ♪"
Suddenly, lively dance music echoed from a nearby plaza.
Bai Hao stopped mid-step, hands behind his head, and turned toward the sound.
In a public park, a crowd had gathered around a girl dressed in a martial artist's robe—
and she was… doing a pole dance.
Except—the "pole" was a long spear jammed firmly into the cracks of the stone pavement.
The girl's cyan outfit fluttered like the wind, her long black hair tied with a golden hairpin.
She spun and twirled around the spear, every motion graceful and precise—each step a mix of power and elegance.
Her melon-seed face glowed beneath the moonlight, lips curved in a teasing smile, eyes shimmering like autumn water.
She looked… familiar.
Bai Hao squinted.
Wait.
Hold up.
Wasn't that Madame Ping—when she was young?!
Right! Her punishment from the last quiz was—
"Perform an immersive half-hour pole dance at Liyue plaza. (PS: Remember to be expressive, dear~)"
The punishments weren't up to Bai Hao, but clearly Madame Ping couldn't bring herself to dance like that in her old form.
He briefly imagined it—
Old Ping doing a seductive pole dance with her cane in hand—
…yeah. The image was too much.
So instead, she'd turned back time and performed as Young Ping—Ah Ping—to complete her punishment.
The onlookers were loving it.
"Wooo! Amazing!"
"Who is she? Some rich family's daughter?"
"No clue, but from her movements, she must be trained in some martial clan!"
"Isn't that Fontaine's famous pole dance style?"
"Encore! Encore!"
"Marry me, beautiful!!"
"Woooo—!!"
Cheers erupted as hundreds of fiery gazes fixed on Ah Ping's graceful form.
Bai Hao stood there, chin in hand, looking like that old man in the subway staring at his phone.
Should he tell them that the mesmerizing dancer was actually Madame Ping?
…Nah.
Let them keep their fantasy.
Besides, pissing off Madame Ping meant he might not live to see tomorrow. The woman was well connected—
and her shockwave attack wasn't just a rumor.
Meanwhile, Ah Ping kept dancing, twirling around the spear, collecting Mora tossed by delighted spectators.
Her lips held a faint smile, and she followed the rhythm of the system's music flawlessly…
but her eyes—her eyes were dead inside.
You could almost hear her inner scream: I'll never love again.
"Haah…"
Bai Hao sighed, bowing his head for three seconds in silent respect for Madame Ping's dignity.
Then he turned and headed toward Wanmin Restaurant.
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