Worried that my phone might seize up once more, I hastily ended the live.
As everyone was busy commenting, a private message notification chimed.
Then, a scrolling list of notifications popped up on the screen, signaling a flood of new users joining the live broadcast.
Then, a timely message popped up from a viewer with the nickname "DreamingHomeward."
DreamingHomeward: [I've got all 100 folks from the company following you now. I snapped a screenshot and sent it to you in a private message. Can I get a rune, please?]
My spirits lifted!
It seemed like the second person chosen by destiny had made their appearance tonight.
Netizen 1: [I was so caught up that I forgot to secure a spot! One rune per night, everyone!]
Netizen 2: [It's all because the streamer's aura of righteousness is too blinding to my eyes.]
Netizen 3: [My quick-money charm! I feel like I've missed out on some miracles.]
The comments flew by, but I tuned them out and connected the microphone to DreamingHomeward's line.
"How may I assist you?" I inquired.
DreamingHomeward replied, "Sorry, give me a sec to figure out how to put this."
His voice, tinged with a foreign accent, sparked the livestream into a frenzy.