Chapter 983: Chapter 543: New Gameplay Chapter 983: Chapter 543: New Gameplay After an unpleasant first interaction, Wang simply took it up with the platypus-like creatures.

During the following livestream, Wang had Pingping operate the Nano Machine continually record his actions, starting a long journey of self-sabotage.

Platypus-like creatures don’t speak, but they seemed to have their own way of communicating.

Initially hesitant upon seeing Wang for the first time, they poked him with little sticks as if they were probing poop.

However, after successfully drowning Wang once, they simply stopped acting.

Each time they saw Wang, they would kill him in various creative ways, flooding the screen with green mosaics, making the audience itch with curiosity.

Not being able to see how Wang died made viewers feel like they had lost millions.

Wang’s repeated self-destructive actions terrified Pingping.

After Wang was poked to death by a stick again, she grabbed him and said, “Mr. Wang, you can’t keep sacrificing yourself, there’s already a highlight reel of your deaths in the livestream.”

“No worries, I watched it too, I didn’t cross any lines. All the blood is green, and all the swearing is muted. Those fun-seekers like to have fun, but they aren’t bad enough to get me in trouble.”

Pingping looked at Wang doubtfully, never having seen someone who cared so little about their reputation.

In the highlight reel, every one of Wang’s deaths was marked in red, and some death scenes even had special rewards, adding many titles and decorations to the platypus-like creatures.

Because the video creator’s skills were off the chart, the highlight reel had signs of becoming viral, and one couldn’t help but remark “Stellar Nebula” truly was the pinnacle of the gaming sphere lately, that any random video could break the circle.

Holding onto Mr. Wang, Pingping earnestly said, “Mr. Wang, did something traumatic happen to you as a child that made you only find meaning in life by being slandered?”

“…Don’t psychoanalyze me, my mind is perfectly normal. Anyway, I have no special talents; I was often treated as a clown as a kid. But even a clown can give emotional value to others, so I’ve achieved the purpose of my livestream.”

Pingping reassessed Wang, feeling that he made sense.

Deserving indeed to make a living from this, he saw things clearly.

Then, Wang glanced at the popularity and tipping stats in his livestream and clenched his fist secretly.

Beautiful!

His recent popularity had been declining, and the number of live viewers was decreasing–this was a great opportunity to bounce back.

In some ways, a host and a clown have similar roles, both earning money by making others happy.

There were also hosts who made money by upsetting others, occasionally making their fans reflect on themselves and why, after so much time, they still couldn’t rank up in “King”, realizing they might just be too unskilled.

But such hosts were too abstract for Wang to ever hope to emulate in this lifetime.

Since I’m already playing the clown, might as well let them pay me.

It’s all about the money, ain’t no shame.

Whether out of sympathy or fondness, the audience’s tips reached a recent high, bringing fresh blood to his livestream.

However, continuously sacrificing himself wouldn’t work, as the act was too easy to mimic by other hosts, and the audience could easily get tired of it.

It was about time to move on to the next phase.

Stopping his self-sacrificing acts, Wang sat down, fed himself an Elixir Pill, and continuously adjusted his condition, while beginning to review the data summarized by Pingping.

Each death had allowed Pingping’s Nano Machines to capture more behavior of the platypus-like creatures and use big data to analyze these behavioral patterns, helping him understand what they really wanted.

Carefully observing the changes in the platypus-like creatures before and after his deaths, Wang discovered a problem.

After every death he suffered at their hands, the platypus-like creatures would enter a moment of silence.

They would cover their cheeks, their already dull expressions becoming even more like a meme, making them appear dumber.

This condition would last about ten seconds before resuming their random activities.

If it had only happened once or twice, it could have been a coincidence.

But having noticed this repetitive action over dozens of deaths made it seem outrageous.

Pointing at these platypus-like creatures, Wang said, “Something’s up, isn’t it?”

“Mr. Wang, where do you think the problem lies?” Pingping asked expectantly.

“Their final action is problematic–it feels like they’re not killing me just to kill me, but killing me for the sake of my dying.”

Pingping stared blankly at Wang, her expression becoming as dumbstruck as the platypus-like creatures.

After half a minute, she hesitated and then spoke, “Mr. Wang, don’t you think what you just said is nonsense? Is nonsense literature trendy lately?”

“It’s always been popular, but I only play with it when I’m out of ideas.”

As soon as this statement was made, fans in the live room were the first to protest.

[Pah! How dare you say that! Last time you reviewed a new game, you babbled alone for half an hour, and only the conclusion was useful, letting us know you were finally done.]
[Exactly, if you don’t want to livestream, just say you went off to have a baby, don’t use fluff to fool us here!]
[Mr. Wang, doesn’t saying this hurt? Oh, forgot you don’t have the guts.]
Glancing at the livestream content, Wang nodded.