Mr. Dior : Chapter 19

The world went quiet for a second.

The Demon King stared at the max-level mecha that had appeared on the game screen, his mouth half open for a long moment. He silently covered his eyes with one hand, his shoulders shaking nonstop.

When he had first logged in, he had even praised the quality of the starter mecha. Now standing next to this gorgeous max-level god-tier mecha, it instantly became scrap metal.

The fans recovered from their shock and started spamming bullet comments like crazy.

[As expected of my Daddy Chenfei, on my knees, on my knees!]

[Your dad is always your dad, even a world champion has to cry and sing surrender!]

[How is he supposed to fight this, hahahahaha!]

[My heart hurts for my God A, but I really want to laugh hahaha…]

Amidst a sea of “hahas,” a shiny declaration suddenly flashed across the screen: [A world champion never admits defeat. A level zero newbie can still make a comeback against all odds!]

The Demon King saw this through the gaps between his fingers. Since it was a paid message from a big spender, he read it out loud.

Never admit defeat… comeback against all odds…

This was the belief of every pro esports player: never give up, even in a hopeless situation.

Slowly lowering the hand that covered his face, he gazed thoughtfully at this bold, rainbow-colored encouragement. The world champion gave a slight nod and softly uttered two words: “I’m out!”

Then he got up and left.

The fans faced the empty gaming chair and flooded the screen with [hahahahahaha].

Five seconds later, the Demon King returned with a bottle of cola: “No, my dude, let’s be reasonable here. You’re in full god-tier gear, how am I supposed to beat you?”

Zhang Chenfei chuckled on his side of the screen: “So no one can say I’m bullying you, I’ll let you have three moves.”

Stubbornly swallowing the cola that had almost made him choke, Student Wang Mo wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, as if wiping away blood drawn by the boss’s wife. In the tone of Fan Wei, he said: “Thanks.”

[Go get ’em, God A. A world champion never admits defeat!]

[Toughen up, a world champion never admits defeat!]

“Alright, friends, let me show you right now how a level zero newbie… uh, it’s not level zero anymore. I just did the starter quests and leveled up to one. Watch how a level one newbie makes a comeback… pfft… against a max-level, max-gear god account!” The Demon King said this with a straight face, but burst out laughing in the middle when he got to the word “comeback.”

The silver mecha nimbly moved back and forth a couple times, then pulled out the weapon from the starter quest reward: an iron rod. It twirled it with flair. This endless galaxy background seemed to have special effects. When the rod was swung, tiny starlight particles drifted around it, very pretty.

It was probably some limited-edition background you could only buy with real money, casually used by this heartless engineer test account. The Demon King clicked his tongue, then piloted his mecha to attack.

Level one skill: “Rod Strike.”

“Thud!” The iron rod hit the golden mecha’s outer shell, making a dull clanging sound.

System notification: [Empire’s Marshal has taken 10 damage.]

The little silver mecha pressed on. Putting away the iron rod, it swung both iron fists, leaped into the air, and used the move it had just figured out: “Aerial Double Punch.” It slammed “bang bang” twice at the weakest spot on the opponent’s mecha, the cockpit, sending out a shower of sparks.

The golden mecha was knocked back two steps.

System notification: [Empire’s Marshal has taken 13 damage.]

Pulling off such flashy moves on a starter account got the fans fired up. By now, “Ammo Loading” had finished, and a high-damage ultimate move was available. The little silver mecha backed up a few steps, aimed at the golden armor, and unleashed its ultimate move: “Silver Light Cannon.”

The cannon barrel built into the mecha’s back flipped up and mounted on its shoulder. The muzzle gradually turned red.

[This is happening, this is happening, this is happening!]

[President Zhang was too cocky. Letting him have three moves was enough time to charge a big move.]

[This game is supposed to have pro esports. Maybe you really can kill someone above your level.]

“Boom!” The heavy cannon fired on the mecha’s shell, letting out a suppressed roar. Smoke filled the air. The viewers watching the stream were all on Art’s perspective. Those with good equipment could use the VR function. In this moment, it felt like they had truly become a young mecha warrior charging forward without hesitation, standing alone in the starry sky, facing a sea of dust, relying on hearing to judge the opponent’s condition.

System notification: [Empire’s Marshal has taken 35 damage.]

“Three moves used up. My turn.” As the dust settled, the dazzling golden mecha was revealed. The Empire’s Marshal raised its golden arm engraved with complex runes. The mechanical hand clicked and retracted, swapping out for a golden magnetic cannon.

“Boom!”

System notification: [Art has taken 10,000 damage.] [K.O.] [Game Over.]

“…”

The galaxy fell. The scene shattered, returning to the original Doomsday Factory. The broken little silver mecha lay in the ruins, gradually turning gray. The camera slowly pulled back, and a twilight elegy began to play.

The stream went quiet. All that remained on screen was: [Young man, you know nothing of power.]

However, as an employee keeping his boss company in a card game, the Demon King would never admit defeat. If he died, he just tried again. Over the next half hour, the Empire’s Marshal gave everyone a full, all-angle demonstration of how to use various top-tier equipment.

And Art gained quite a bit of experience from dying over and over, successfully reaching level 3.

The stream’s peak viewership broke ten million. That night, two trending topics appeared on social media. One was [Young man, you know nothing of power]. The other was [Rich people really can do whatever they want].

The fans had a blast watching. Gifts flew in nonstop. The Demon King was over the moon, though he still had to put on an act of heartbroken devastation.

“Thanks to ‘Big Field Miao Zi’ for the depth charge.”

“Thanks to ‘Tibetan Script’ for the shallow water bomb.”

“Thanks to ‘What Bike What Bike’ for the rocket launcher. Banana’s tipping system breaks my heart. I’ve already been blown to bits by the boss, and you guys are still throwing these at me…”

The one-sided slaughter ended. Zhang Chenfei looked at the little mecha on the other side with waning interest. It was simply too weak to pose any threat to him. Boring.

Taking off his headset, Zhang Chenfei looked at the sweet-smelling, soft little wife beside him and flashed a mature, confident smile: “Am I awesome or what?”

Jiao Qi couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Have some shame, will you?”

The viewers who had been interacting with the streamer heard this exchange and instantly went quiet, signaling the streamer not to speak.

[Is there someone else next to Daddy Chenfei?]

[I didn’t hear wrong, that’s a guy’s voice!]

[It sounds so nice too, he must be a handsome man.]

The topic suddenly slid in a weird direction. Ordinary people are always full of curiosity about the lives of the rich. A young billionaire as famous as Zhang Chenfei, in the public imagination, should be surrounded by beautiful people, living it up, partying every day at some lavish feast.

So hearing that accidentally leaked conversation, they couldn’t help but let their imaginations run wild.

Everyone knew that Zhang Chenfei’s legally recognized other half was the eldest young master of the Jiao family. But the two had been married for seven years. Two super rich people, spending day and night together for seven years. Even if they hadn’t fallen out of love, they were probably just sitting in silence, each doing their own thing. But those two lines just now, so sweet and sticky, clearly sounded like a flirty young couple in the honeymoon phase.

[Did anyone watch Old Dog’s stream yesterday?]

Old Dog was the fans’ nickname for “Conscience Fed to the Dog.” Gou Xin had transferred to Big Face and streamed for the first time yesterday. He gave out lots of gifts and had decent viewership too. When a fan asked him why he left Banana, Gou Xin didn’t say it outright, but made a veiled remark: “An unhappy marriage can make a person bad-tempered,” implying that the boss’s marital crisis led to him mistreating his subordinates.

Connected to the person right in front of them, the legal husband of Gou Xin’s former boss, it was hard not to read into it.

[yoooo~ Front lines of gossip!]

[Damn, I came to watch a game and ended up watching a rich family drama.]

[Isn’t this a bit too blatant? This is still Banana’s stream.]

Only then did everyone realize, wait, this was the streaming platform of President Jiao himself. He put his own husband out there to stream. How could Young Master Jiao not know?

The Demon King looked at the bullet comments getting more and more outrageous and said with a pained face: “I’m saying, Boss, you two, have a heart, know when to stop. Brother Fei already destroyed me with his max-level account, and now you’re abusing single people too. If this keeps up, I’m filing for labor arbitration!”

[Damn, it really is the young master!]

[Kneeling and begging Daddy Chenfei to turn on his camera, I want to see President Jiao.]

[Want to see President Jiao +1]

[Daddy, show me please, I’ll tip you a hundred thousand in gifts, ahhhh!]

Zhang Chenfei saw the messages on his little wife’s smart device screen. He pulled the man onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him completely, then sneered: “In your dreams.”

With that, the screen went black. “Empire’s Marshal” logged off.

Let other people see his Omega? What a joke!