In the 4th year of the Heavenly Era, Su Luoluo began her action.

Black hair turned into pink, beautiful purple-pink eyes, and wearing small Demon horns—this was her internet persona, finally saying goodbye to that ordinary lonely high school girl.

She began to encounter a lot of negative emotions, like a "Hacker" in a web of causality, deducing Shadow's intention behind pulling some causal line. She didn't need to think too much; the Deity would help her analyze, and her main task was just one thing—to withstand the tsunami-like onslaught of negative emotions.

The second time Su Ming'an saw her, she was looking in the mirror, and the face reflected was tired.

But when she saw Su Ming'an reflected in the mirror, a smile instantly appeared on her face, like a conditioned reflex. She turned her head and smiled at him: "Three months, it's been three months this time. You finally no longer give me a whole year without visiting once."

She grabbed Su Ming'an's wrist, pointed to the computer screen, and said cheerfully: "Look."

On the screen, the live broadcast room had millions of viewers, and the comments were crazily scrolling:

[Miss Demon King! My God!!], [I can't live without Miss Demon King for life.], [She is so good, I really love her.], [Miss Demon King hasn't rested yet?], [Delicious Pan Fried Bun], [She's doing makeup, wait a moment, viewers~]...

This was the task Su Luoluo was performing; she traversed to a real-time era. Here, there was a developed internet, but virtual reality games with full sensory touch had not yet appeared. With help from the Deity, Su Luoluo brought several testing Dream Patrol games as the "Official Test User" of Dream Patrol Game, causing the audience to exclaim that these were groundbreaking products. She thus observed people's reactions and contemplated more reasonable localization handling. Once the game testing was complete, Su Luoluo could complete the construction of the Causal Line.

Her popularity instantly crushed that of major streamers, after all, she was the only one who could play these Dream Patrol games.

Su Ming'an could clearly feel that she was no longer desolate, like a Sunflower gradually growing and sprouting in the desert...she began to embrace the dazzling sunlight.

So many people liking her...so many people sending her comments, making merchandise for her, gradually filling her with life.

"—Signing off for today!" Su Luoluo waved towards the live broadcast room: "Tomorrow, I'll take everyone to a developing new game, 'Louyue Nation'! They say it's an ancient style world!"

[Ancient style world! Wow!]

[Not tired of asymmetric competitive games yet, and now there's something new!]

[Dream Patrol Game truly a godsend from the Deity! It's truly groundbreaking! A few years ago, everyone was still playing computer games, and now suddenly virtual reality games have appeared.]

[I'm really happy to be living in this era.]

[When will it officially launch? Only Miss Demon King shows this to us; I really want to get in and play too...]

[Miss Demon King is the official tester; other streamers can only stream computer games; she's the only one who can show us these testing virtual reality games. Her popularity directly crushes them.]

[I will always like Miss Demon King!!!]

[+10086!]

[...]

"Now whenever I post something, there would be hundreds of thousands of likes within seconds. Everyone knows I'm the official Dream Patrol Game tester; nobody hates me, and there's no malicious competition at all..." Su Luoluo excitedly said.

With the Deity as a backing, the internet was filled with praises for Miss Demon King, without any sarcastic voices.

Su Ming'an nodded. No matter what, as long as her dream was realized, that was fine.

But he looked at his task and paused slightly.

...

[Identity advancement task for Su Ming'an: Help "Su Luoluo" fulfill her wish.]

[Task status: Not completed.]

...

...Her wish still hasn't been fulfilled?

Su Ming'an had asked her wish a long time ago. She wanted to be the number one entertainment Dream Patrol person, achieved both thousands of years ago and now. Could it be...she has some other wish?

Su Ming'an asked, and Su Luoluo shook her head blankly: "I don't have any other wishes."

She looked at Su Ming'an for a while and suddenly realized something; her lips pressed lightly, and she said softly:

"Seeing...a clear sunset, does it count?"

...Before the fourth World Game started, the first conversation between Su Ming'an and Su Luoluo, she said she wanted to see a clean sunset.

She once read a fairy tale book: Before Shadow appeared, the sky was blue, the sunset was clear golden, gradually covering over it like scattered gold in the sky, a stunning natural spectacle. She used to scoff at this, thinking the sunset wasn't as interesting as comics, but after seeing Su Ming'an, she suddenly thought... seeing a clean sunset might be beautiful.

"Okay." Su Ming'an said. This wish wasn't excessive.

They talked a lot. Su Luoluo cherished this second meeting, talked about many home dreams. There should be a field of golden sunflowers. When the sunset appeared, a field of swaying golden yellow. On the balcony, there should be a rocking chair, relaxing to listen to music, watching the sunrise and sunset...

For a moment, she might have been enamored by this scene.

Her vision blurred for a while, then gradually focused.

Su Ming'an looked around; the room was piled with many gift boxes, including cards meticulously written by fans. It seemed she was truly loved by many people. When talking about a few devoted fans, her eyes shone even brighter.

Su Ming'an had never seen her so happy; it was like she suddenly came to life at that moment.

"...Is it okay?" Su Ming'an said softly.

He had just looked at the upcoming plan; next...she needed to crash on purpose.

After all, having seen a lot of positive feedback, negative feedback was a must next. She needed to face massive malice.

"...It's fine." Su Luoluo smiled: "I stream using a persona suit; they can't find out who I am. They can only vent malice against a virtual persona, won't affect me at all. I'll keep going."

Su Ming'an gazed at her, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Let's hope so.

...

The third time seeing Su Luoluo, her smile seemed much more strained.

There were slight blue-green lines on her face. Su Ming'an's heart twitched slightly; many polluted people also had similar colors, it looked like her spirit was in a bad state.

"I'm fine, just crashed..." Su Luoluo stood at the door, did not let Su Ming'an inside.

Her method of "crashing" was by asking the Deity to issue an Oracle, saying that Su Luoluo's testing behavior was wrong, interfering with the normal launch of the game. In an instant, her backing was gone, and the accumulated malice surged in.

This wasn't a fatal error; at most, it was a mistake at her job. But there were too many people who displeased her sudden rise. Too many people wanted to please the Deity.

She thought she would gradually see a small amount of malice, but didn't expect people to explode at a touch. A bit of spark ignited, suddenly becoming a mountain-sweeping wildfire. The internet malice was so massive it shocked her, pressing down at her.

Through her shoulder, Su Ming'an saw the comments on the screen:

[That's just the type of person she is! The Deity doesn't want her, what kind of good person can she be?]

[Finally crashed, I knew her "official game tester" identity was problematic! Now with the Oracle, everyone knows what trash she is.]

[Just love seeing her fall from high above, hehe.]

[Unfollow.]

[Face looks good is enough.]

[Never mind the facts, aren't there problems with her...]

[Let me secretly tell you all, she's my junior, she's been pretending ever since high school...]

...

Personal attacks, slander, rumors... Words numbering in the four digits, accumulating into thousands of knives. The dense words gathered together, making one seem so insignificant.

Negative comments about Demon King Miss became more and more prevalent. People believed they could cater to the Deity's preferences and did their utmost to insult this name.

Someone said she was the true Demon King, sent by the Invaders to delay the Dream Patrol Game.

Someone said she betrayed the Deity, which is why the Deity turned against her.

After Su Ming'an learned about these, her shoulders trembled, wanting to say something. But it seemed like she didn't need any comfort; any comfort was pale.

She smiled at him and closed the door.

...

Su Luoluo never thought about leaving the apartment; after entering the present era, she always quietly livestreamed from the apartment. She hid her true appearance, only using the avatar of Demon King Miss for her streams.

But she never expected the malice of people to reach this level.

One day, a post appeared online: [Found it! That fake official tester's real name is Su Luoluo, come see her true photos!]

Soon, forums gathered more and more people, and various comments started to appear:

[Wow, here comes the big reveal.]

[Brother, you've got skills, where does she live?]

[She doesn't deserve this...]

[Now even the Deity doesn't care about her, who else can be her backing? This woman disrupted our gaming experience, impacting the birth of an era-defining game! Why can't I curse her?]

[Heh, you can tell one's character from small matters, trash.]

[Haven't you heard the revelations? She was pretentious even in high school. The smile she wore when comforting the audience was definitely fake, who knows how she ridiculed us in her heart.]

[Don't be like this...]

[When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down, who cares about her.]

...

In the dim room, Su Luoluo opened a newly received gift box.

She had run miles to fetch it, thinking it was some sort of consolation gift from a fan, like chocolates or cookies.

When the box opened, it was a dead rat, with a word scrawled in blood red on white paper: "Die!!"

She calmly closed the gift box; she had received many such gifts recently.

She opened the next gift box.

Seeing what was inside, her numb expression showed a hint of liveliness; inside the box was a slab of chocolate, next to which was a heart-shaped card saying: [Demon King Miss, you're the best, don't mind what others say!]

She covered her mouth. She knew she was facing endless malice, but that didn't mean she had no expectation for goodwill.

She noted down this loving fan's signature, thinking to repay them later, and put the chocolate into her mouth, biting down—

"Mmm… Mm Mm Mm…"

"Ah… Ah Ah Ah Ah—!!"

A crisp sound rang; a blade fell to the floor, accompanied by drops of blood.

Intense pain pierced through her, sharp like a knife-cut; tears blurred her eyes as she reached for her throat, from which blood was flowing from a gash, half-melted chocolate dribbling from her mouth, with a crafted gap just right for lodging a blade.

"Ah… Uh Uh… Ah Ah—"

Her fingers withdrew, stained with a wash of light red; she stared fixedly at her ten fingers. She couldn't comprehend how much hatred one must harbor to send a deathly blade.

But she quickly cleaned her fingers.

... It's okay.

Even like this, it's okay.

This is part of the plan, she can accept it...

It's just that she never thought... being hurt by those she loves would be so painful.

She opened the drawer, intuitively searching for a familiar pillbox, only to find it empty. She stared at the deflated blister pack for a moment before putting it back.

She had actually been taking medicine all along, never stopped.

Even amid those days assiduously loved by people, she had been constantly taking medicine. A little girl hidden in the shadows fumbling into the sunlight, facing overwhelming love, felt mostly alarmed; fear of "why do I deserve such affection," fear of "this affection will eventually disappear, and then comes even darker terror."

She often woke up suddenly at midnight, unable to cease worrying that someone online might be cursing her...

"Will they suddenly stop loving me," she often wondered.

However, she never revealed this fear in front of Su Ming'an.

She pushed open the door, intending to buy medicine, only to find several strangers wandering outside the apartment. They didn't seem like residents of this neighborhood, always looking around as if waiting for something.

Fear swept over her whole body; she wasn't afraid of their Force but rather... realizing the threats she faced weren't empty — they truly found her home.

She immediately returned to the apartment, locked the door tightly, and sat dazedly in the chair.

... Before she turned eighteen, she always had expectations for the World, where there was Joy, goodness, love... But now she realized, even a non-fatal crime could make thousands wish for her death.

The screen still showed forums updating in real-time:

[I found her neighborhood!]

[Good! Remember to take makeup-free photos, who knows what's under her mask?]

[Watching.]

[Squat.]

[Love to watch.]

...

She took a paper-cutting knife.

As the metal pricked her skin, she blew on her sweating, trembling arm; soon, crimson hues emerged, a color so splendid.

Orange-yellow sunlight drifted in outside the window; she sat quietly on the chair, gazing into the golden dusk pouring fully, reflecting the twilight's glow.

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