In mere seconds, a cascade of gift notifications flooded the live stream.
Ding—'I Really Have No Money' has just gifted the streamer one hundred Super Rockets.
Ding—'I Really Have No Money' has just gifted the streamer another hundred Super Rockets.
"Damn, who is this? All the hidden whales are surfacing one by one today!"
"Another two million! A thousand Super Rockets shooting skyward!"
"This is insane—people are literally cramping up from trying to steal the spotlight with fish balls!"
Sitting in front of the computer, Sister Zhou was overcome with joy and quickly rose to her feet.
"Thank you, 'I Really Have No Money,' for the incredible show of support with those rockets. Your generosity is overwhelming!"
After all, this was a true tycoon who had just dropped two million like loose change.
Unlike Brother Wuji, this was a brand-new mega whale, someone never seen before—generous to a fault. Of course, Sister Zhou dared not show even a hint of neglect.
Standing behind Zhou Xiaofen, Su Chen's expression had already darkened.
All he could do each day was check in once for meager rewards; if he wanted to top the charts again, he'd have to wait until tomorrow's sign-in.
And deep down, he had a strong hunch—this 'I Really Have No Money' had appeared specifically because of him.
Meanwhile, Chu Yi smirked and casually recharged another 180,000, unlocking the prestigious Emperor status.
A radiant golden banner flashed across the screen and beyond, leaving the audience in stunned silence.
Even streamers who had been previously drawn by Brother Wuji and Prettyboy's leaderboard battle were visibly tempted.
After a moment's thought, Dazed Little Sister followed Chu Yi.
Wei God's jaw dropped as he quickly messaged him:
"Boss, any interest in gaming? I'll carry you to victory."
Soon, dozens of minor streamers, some with only hundreds of thousands of fans, flooded Chu Yi's inbox.
"Big Bro, wanna check out my stream? Add me on WeChat—I've got perks~"
In an instant, Chu Yi's private messages hit the limit—999 unread.
But he clearly had no interest in these distractions.
After pausing for a moment, he typed a few lines.
"I heard a wealthy tycoon emerged here, so I came to take a look."
"By the way, I'm also here to stand up for a good friend—Brother Wuji."
"Let's see just how rich this mysterious nouveau riche really is."
Persona matters.
If he wanted to go after Su Chen, he needed a proper reason—one that left no room for retreat.
Chu Yi's eyes glinted subtly. He had made his position clear.
"Wait… I haven't even made the call yet?"
In his bedroom, Brother Wuji stared blankly at the phone number on his screen, dazed.
Meanwhile, Chu Yi's message had reignited the live room.
The bullet screen scrolled like a tidal wave.
"Holy hell! Is this Brother Wuji's ally coming to claim the battlefield?"
"A shocking twist of events!"
"He's even fiercer than Prettyboy—can't wait to see how he responds!"
And those were just the neutral comments.
The Wuji faction, which had been seething ever since Su Chen dropped two hundred Super Rockets, finally rose in force.
Now that they had a loaded backer, calm and commanding in demeanor, what was there to fear?
They launched their assault:
"Prettyboy, come out and say something—or start gifting! What's wrong, getting soft all of a sudden?"
"Prettyboy, are you scared to show up now? Out of money already? Did your sugar daddy run out of coins?"
Every word that lit up the public chat twisted Su Chen's face further.
After careful thought, he finally responded:
"I've already spent 3.5 million. You've only done two. Come back when you've matched me."
And with that, he emptied his final one million into gifts—raising his total to a staggering 4.5 million.
A jaw-dropping number, even by Douyu's standards.
Seeing that grand figure in the stream's leaderboard, Su Chen smiled.
Surely, the opponent wouldn't dare go another 2.5 million to match him.
This was a threshold—a line drawn in the sand.
Only at 4.5 million did one qualify to challenge him.
"What?! 4.5 million just to start the match? That's outrageous!"
"I'm sold. Gotta cling to Prettyboy's leg now!"
Su Chen's inbox now also filled to the brim, his follower count skyrocketing.
"God, 4.5 million! Will he give up? That's no small sum."
Meanwhile, Chu Yi's fan base had begun to grow, especially with support from Wuji's loyalists.
Everyone was watching with bated breath.
Would Chu Yi rise to the challenge?
"Hmph, trying to play games with me?"
Seeing Su Chen's message on the stream, Chu Yi merely smiled coldly.
A bluff, nothing more. If I don't crush you today, I'm not Chu.
With that, Chu Yi clicked the gift button.
Gasps echoed as two and a half million worth of Super Rockets shot into the sky.
A stunning visual spectacle—rocket after rocket burst forth.
The screen glowed with surreal brilliance, and countless viewers found their mouths dry, reaching instinctively for water.
Sister Zhou froze completely.
Her mind blanked.
On an average day, she'd be thrilled to earn thirty or forty thousand.
Today, the combined total from the top three had already exceeded ten million.
And the pace showed no sign of slowing.
Her head spun.
"What… What do I even do now?"
Su Chen, however, was now in a state of panic.
His wallet was dry—no fish fins left in his balance.
It was still two and a half hours until midnight.
He had no cards left to play. No savings, no background.
His system had only awakened two or three days ago—barely any foundation to speak of.
He thought the 4.5 million gate would scare Chu Yi off.
That was only the beginning—he planned to go all-out afterward.
But who would have the courage to go toe-to-toe in a war like this?
"Heh…"
Chu Yi let out a low laugh, eyes scanning the now-stagnant comment feed.
Su Chen had clearly run out of steam. His desperate one-million blast and arbitrary threshold had all been signs of insecurity.
"Then I might as well…"
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Chu Yi tapped on a different gift.
After the spectacle of 2.5 million in Super Rockets…
A single, awkwardly out-of-place, 100-yuan plane soared across the stream.