Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH122

Chapter 122

Due to an error on the official Multiverse platform, most of Jian Yunlan’s long-time viewers missed his livestream in Genius Baby, Age Three and a Half, and thus, the precious moments of a miniaturized Boss Jian selling roast duck.

But what no one expected was…

An agent from Mango Entertainment had secretly infiltrated the medical team, bringing everyone the most frontline intel.

And in this agent’s camera feed—those two short, tiny, yet unmistakable figures—weren’t they Boss Jian and Taotie?!

Hundreds of thousands of viewers instantly flooded into Agent Little D’s livestream.

[The Boss Jian you’ve all been waiting for (three-and-a-half-year-old edition) is HERE, HERE, HERE—HE’S REALLY HERE [Livestream Link][HOT]]

[Holy shit, is this for real?]

[AHHHHH I was just crying over missing the baby version of Boss Jian’s livestream, and now my dream has come true—YAY!!!]

[This agent’s got skills, man. She even sneaked into the top floor of Multiverse Live Streaming Company… no wonder she’s making bank.]

[Thanks for sharing! I’m already on my way to visit the Multiverse Company =33]

[Pic attached] The scene outside the Multiverse Company building… if you didn’t know better, you’d think there was an earthquake and everyone was fleeing for their lives…]

[With Boss Jian and Lord Taotie’s tiny, adorable figures, I’m kinda worried someone might just stuff them in their pocket and run off LOL! Why haven’t they turned back into their adult forms yet? Is the lingering effect of Genius Baby, Age Three and a Half that strong?]

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While discussions raged online, the situation in reality was even crazier.

Originally, the area outside and inside the Multiverse Company building had already been packed with fans and business partners who had traveled from all over.

—Most of them were just there to try their luck, never actually expecting to see Boss Jian that day.

I mean, forget ordinary people—even the famous protagonist of Obsessive Possession, Ning Sheng, had waited forever just to secure a meeting with Boss Jian, only for him to slip away at the last second.

But then, rumors confirmed that Boss Jian had just arrived on the top floor of the Multiverse Live Streaming Company via spatial transition!

The moment the news broke, frenzied fans surged toward the entrance like a tidal wave, pounding on the doors:

“Open up! Open up! We want to see Boss Jian!”

“Hehehe, three-and-a-half-year-old Boss Jian, hehehe!”

“Does Boss Jian have plans to set up a stall in the Multiverse dimension? Any livestreams, ads, or variety shows? My wallet is READY!!!”

Faced with this zombie-horde-level enthusiasm, the security guards at the door were at their wits’ end. “Dear heavens, save us… we can’t hold out much longer…”

And it wasn’t just outside.

Even inside the company, crowds were pouring out of conference rooms and rushing toward the elevators.

Most of these people were dressed in suits—agents, advertisers, or journalists—all there for business. They should have been acting professionally.

…But once the first person made a break for it, the rest couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it, you’re cheating!”

“One second head start means beating a thousand competitors—this is peak corporate warfare.”

“Just you wait. Star Light Entertainment will be the first to sign Boss Jian…”

The elevator descending from the top floor stopped on the fifteenth floor.

Inside, Gong Siyuan, dressed in professional attire, glanced at her watch.

After a moment of hesitation, she turned to Jian Yunlan and said,

“Host Jian, brace yourself. When the elevator doors open, things might get… chaotic out there.”

“Chaotic?” Jian Yunlan blinked.

But this was inside the company.

As someone from Earth who had never been to the Multiverse dimension before, Jian Yunlan didn’t have high expectations for this world. If he could’ve jumped out a window to escape, he definitely would have—but the spatial transition technology gave him no such opportunity.

Still, in Jian Yunlan’s imagination, this was supposed to be a high-tech world where everyone was coldly efficient and orderly, just like in sci-fi movies.

How chaotic could such an advanced world really be?

But the next second—

With a ding, the elevator doors slid open, and the scene outside gradually came into view—

Jian Yunlan froze.

“……”

“He’s here, he’s here—BOSS JIAN IS HERE AHHHH—!”

With that scream, it was as if Pandora’s box had been opened.

Spotlights shone down, camera flashes flickered nonstop, and the sound of shutters clicking was so dense it blended into a continuous hum.

Outside the elevator, the space was packed wall-to-wall with people.

As a street food stall owner, Jian Yunlan had seen his fair share of crowds. At the busiest times, hundreds of people would line up in front of his stall, chatting and waiting—but he had never been fazed.

…Yet, the sight before him now was beyond anything he could’ve imagined.

Countless people in suits were crammed together like sardines, pulling hair, yanking collars, all struggling to push forward toward the elevator doors.

At the same time, countless microphones and camera lenses were thrust toward Jian Yunlan’s face.

Gong Siyuan, having anticipated this, immediately signaled the bodyguards to step in. “Sorry, everyone—Boss Jian and Lord Taotie have just arrived in the Multiverse dimension and need rest. No media interviews for now.”

But the microphones and cameras kept coming.

The Multiverse Company couldn’t just kick everyone out, either. After all, they still had business to conduct, and they planned to market Boss Jian as an influencer—or even a celebrity—in the future. Completely shutting out the media here wasn’t an option.

Reporters, relying on their professional instincts, squeezed to the front and fired off questions one after another:

“Boss Jian, what are your career plans moving forward? Will you continue as a transmigration challenger in dogblood novels, or will you explore new directions?”

“How long do you plan to stay in the Multiverse dimension this time? Many fans are eager to interact with you—at least a month, right? Or three months? Five? A year?”

“Are you considering transitioning into the entertainment industry? We’ve heard that many production companies are interested in inviting you and Lord Taotie for guest roles…”

“Jack, the director of the hit travel variety show Wanderlust, is publicly reaching out to you via the official livestream, hoping to invite you as a guest. What are your thoughts? Would you join?”

The entire time, camera flashes click-click-clicked without pause.

Taotie: “…”

Jian Yunlan: “…………”

The flashes made Jian Yunlan dizzy, but what truly overwhelmed him were the barrage of terms being thrown at him:

‘Variety shows,’ ‘movies,’ ‘fan interactions,’ ‘career planning’…

His mind gradually went blank, as if his soul had left his body. The noise around him faded, and even Taotie’s urgent whispers beside him became indistinct.

The reporters’ complex questions swirled in his head like a vortex, condensing into one simple, brutal word—

Work.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

The biggest lesson Jian Yunlan had learned in his past life, toiling away in a tech giant, was that work was the root of all evil. He would never work again, no matter how much or how little he earned. Labor was shit!

All he wanted was to quietly run his food stall.

…Jian Yunlan clasped his hands together, his face serene, almost transcendent.

Thanks, but I’ve already achieved enlightenment and ascended on the spot.jpg.

The camera flashes continued relentlessly. Amid the chaos, Jian Yunlan couldn’t help but think—

If only he could just go set up his stall and sell snacks.

If only he could go to the next dimension—he’d do anything…

Perhaps the heavens heard his plea.

Amid the noise and disorder, an alarm suddenly blared.

The sound was sharp and shrill, like a steam whistle. At first, no one paid attention—everyone was too busy pushing forward, desperate to capture more footage of Jian Yunlan.

Until the alarm grew louder and more insistent. Finally, someone couldn’t ignore it any longer:

“Does anyone else hear that alarm?”

“An alarm? No way.”

“Wait… there really is one. That’s the second-highest-level crisis alarm. It usually only sounds when…”

All discussion was cut off by an even sharper, more piercing alarm:

“BEEP—BEEP BEEP BEEP—BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!”

The noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

Amid the shrill alarm—

In the hallways, outside the stairwells, fans holding banners, reporters carrying cameras, office workers rushing to their floating vehicles—everyone in the city froze and looked up.

Before everyone’s eyes, a deep red screen unfolded.

On it, bold text displayed:

[ALERT! ALERT! HIGH-RISK APOCALYPSE DIMENSION EROSION WARNING!!!]

[ALERT! ALERT! HIGH-RISK APOCALYPSE DIMENSION EROSION WARNING!!!]

The message repeated ten times on the crimson screen.

With each repetition, the text grew darker and more ominous, as if foreshadowing something dire.

At the same time, red lights flashed throughout the Multiverse Live Streaming Company, and all doors and windows automatically locked.

Including Gong Siyuan, every staff member inside the company stiffened.

Even among seasoned employees, many had only heard the term “dimension erosion” in training manuals.

“High-risk apocalypse dimension erosion?!” Gong Siyuan’s expression turned grim. “Of all the times for this to happen…”

A younger reporter, unfamiliar with the situation, asked in confusion:

“What’s high-risk apocalypse dimension erosion?”

An older reporter, equally unsettled, explained:

“The Multiverse dimension, as the convergence point of all dimensions, boasts the most advanced technology, entertainment, and transportation. But… if a highly dangerous sub-dimension collapses, the Multiverse dimension can also be affected—even invaded by creatures from that sub-dimension.”

Hearing this, the younger reporter paled.

Invasion from a sub-dimension?!

Though the Multiverse dimension was technologically advanced, its inhabitants were still ordinary humans.

If high-risk contaminants from a sub-dimension invaded, even with advanced weaponry, there would likely be massive casualties.

“Then… what do we do?” the young reporter asked anxiously.

“…”

Amid the heavy silence—

The crimson screen before everyone’s eyes flashed again with bold text:

[The high-risk apocalypse dimension Abnormal Era is now recruiting transmigration challengers across all dimensions.]

[Do you wish to participate in this transmigration challenge and save the world?]

[Agree / Decline]