Chapter 150
From the moment the mysterious “guest” appeared, the barrage of comments in the Multiverse Livestream exploded exponentially, showing no signs of stopping.
After all, this was the savior’s livestream—the one tied to the fate of the entire multiverse.
Especially in Jian Yunlan’s livestream.
With a style completely different from other streamers’ cautious approaches and intelligence-gathering, the absurd plot twists that even professional commentators couldn’t predict once again skyrocketed the livestream’s popularity.
“…In addition to the hundreds of thousands of loyal fans already following him, Streamer Jian’s livestream has officially surpassed one million in popularity at this moment,” commentator Old K said with a face full of exasperation.
Meanwhile, the barrage in the livestream had devolved into chaos:
[Holy shit, holy shit, is that really Mu Dongsheng himself?!]
[The one controlling that body right now isn’t Mu Dongsheng—it’s the S-class pollutant Yun Wen! (terrified) That’s a high-risk pollutant capable of tearing through dimensions!]
[…The two protagonists of Era of Anomalies just showed up this easily??? Other streamers are still gathering intel and talking to NPCs in Eastern Base, but Boss Jian is already here?! What kind of speed is this?!?!]
[Speed doesn’t matter (facepalm)]
[Yeah, with Yun Wen’s combat power, your Boss Jian won’t last five seconds before getting wrecked. Might even be an instant game over.]
[You’re underestimating our Little Lan.]
[Pfft, no—you’re underestimating an S-class pollutant that can tear through dimensions and cause dimensional erosion!!!]
[AHHHH IT’S HERE IT’S HERE]
[Why isn’t Boss Jian running away? Why is he approaching it?! Is he trying to die?!?!]
[…]
Millions of viewers across the multiverse held their breaths, nervously watching the screen.
…Until Jian Yunlan confidently delivered that iconic line with practiced ease:
“Since you’re already here!”
Viewers: “???”
Commentator Old K let out an exasperated laugh, voicing everyone’s thoughts: “No way? He can’t seriously think an S-class pollutant would fall for that—”
But the next second, all of Old K’s mocking words died in his throat.
Because…
On screen—
The body of Mu Dongsheng, controlled by the pollutant, stiffened for a moment before, as if guided by muscle memory, obediently… sat down.
Viewers: “…..”
Viewers: “???”
*
Many people have likely experienced this kind of situation:
You visit a not-so-close relative’s house, intending to just say hello and leave, but they insist on making you stay for a meal. Before you know it, you’re being half-pushed, half-led to a chair.
Once those fatal words—”Since you’re already here!”—are uttered, there’s no turning back.
You have no choice but to sit down, facing a fruit platter filled with melon seeds, fruit, and chocolates, watching your relative bustle around the kitchen as you wait for dinner to be served.
…This was exactly the situation the top-tier pollutant Yun Wen now found itself in.
Originally, it had been driven purely by hunger toward the source of the light.
It needed blood, slaughter—it needed to devour living flesh, to feast on life itself as an offering.
Yun Wen had already decided: it would kill the first human it saw, tear them apart, consume them, use their flesh and blood to fill the hollow, starving shell of its beloved.
But then—why?
Why had its body, defying its will, just… sat down?!
“…”
?Era of Anomalies?Dimension, Death Desert. Simple Porridge Stall.
The new “guest,” Yun Wen, sat stiffly on the small wooden stool.
In its entire long existence as a pollutant, this was the strangest, most awkward, most incomprehensible moment it had ever experienced.
…The tricycle stall wasn’t spacious, so the stool was small—but it had a backrest to support the spine and a soft cushion.
The entire chair was like a gentle trap, small but snugly enveloping its occupant.
Above, a tiny lantern and a wind chime swayed, its clear tinkling sound carried by the breeze.
The stool beneath it was warm.
The charcoal stove crackled nearby, its embers glowing warmly.
The warmth was strange, indescribable—like being wrapped in a cocoon of fire.
The frost on its eyelashes melted, and even its frozen, purplish toes gradually regained feeling as blood began to flow again.
In front of it, the young stall owner deftly slid marinated mushrooms and boneless chicken into the clay pot, wiped his sweat, and smiled:
“Please wait just a moment. This is freshly boiled porridge—it’ll be ready soon.”
Yun Wen tilted its head, its hidden face twisting into a grotesque smile.
“Wait a moment”?
…The dictionary of a top-tier pollutant did not include the word “wait.” It would slaughter this weak human now, tear him apart—
A guttural “heh heh heh” rose from its throat, and the air around it began to distort.
Upon closer inspection, countless blood-red eyes flickered in the air as an icy wind coiled into the stall…
Until, the next second, something warm was shoved into Yun Wen’s hands.
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Yun Wen: “?”
It looked down blankly at the small, warm object in its grasp—
A hand warmer.
Wrapped in a fuzzy pouch, it radiated a gentle heat. Holding it was like cradling a small flame, and it even carried a faint herbal fragrance.
Warmth spread from its palms to its entire body, soon making them sweat slightly and dispelling the chill in the air.
…The ominous wind swirling around Yun Wen “pffft”—and vanished.
Along with those eyes, they were forced to vanish.
Yun Wen: “???”
“Ah, look at how careless I am! It’s so cold out—you’re shivering!”
The young stall owner looked full of remorse as he tucked the hand warmer more securely into the “guest’s” palms.
Jian Yunlan pulled the curtain down further, ensuring the snowstorm outside couldn’t blow in, and said warmly:
“Honored guest, if you’re cold, just let me know! I can’t promise much, but our porridge will definitely keep you warm all day!”
The cloaked “guest” froze in place.
Guest.exe has stopped responding.
…This shy guest must be completely won over by his attentive service!
Jian Yunlan thought with a hint of pride.
After careful observation, he noticed that this new guest seemed very socially awkward—not only was he silent, but he kept his head lowered the entire time, his face mostly hidden under the hood, refusing to make eye contact.
An ordinary stall owner might have found this rude and responded with indifference or even annoyance.
But Jian Yunlan was no ordinary owner!
As someone who treated street vending as his life’s calling, his motto had always been: The customers’ happiness is my happiness.
When business was booming, he worked hard to deliver the best food. When customers were scarce, he refused to lose heart—instead, he doubled down on personalized, attentive service to ensure satisfaction.
Especially now, after waiting so long for a single customer, of course he had to go above and beyond to make them feel welcome!
Take just now, for example.
Jian Yunlan had been busy cooking when he glanced up and realized his precious guest was shivering in the cold—face pale, teeth chattering, even letting out faint “heh heh heh” sounds from the chill…
How could Jian Yunlan stand by and let a guest freeze in his stall? Without hesitation, he’d shoved a hand warmer into their grip.
Now, the guest’s complexion had improved, and the shivering had stopped.
Satisfied, Jian Yunlan returned to cooking.
“…”
Yun Wen was stunned.
This body didn’t belong to it—it belonged to Ah-Sheng—but the sensations were undeniably real.
In this cramped, warm space, seated on a soft stool, the heat in its palms, the herbal and porridge aromas in the air, the sound of wind chimes and snow outside…
This was its first experience of such things.
Especially that hand warmer—cradling it felt inexplicably, deeply pleasant, like holding a tiny flame.
For a fleeting moment, Yun Wen was dazed.
But only for a moment.
The next second—it raged.
Under the cloak, the half of its face consumed by the pollutant split open, countless tentacles writhing out from the gaping maw.
Had anyone seen beneath that hood, they would’ve screamed in terror—
Because that grotesque mouth was multiplying!
Viewers in the multiverse livestream trembled in fear, many covering their eyes, unable to watch what came next.
The sheer menace of a top-tier pollutant distorted the very space around it!
At the stove, Jian Yunlan remained blissfully unaware, bustling away. The Taotie-dog continued napping, oblivious to the impending catastrophe.
—In the blink of an eye, the half of the face that still belonged to Mu Dongsheng was now covered in dozens of gaping mouths, each stretching into a sinister grin, each spewing slimy tentacles, all chanting in unison:
“Heh heh heh heh heh…”
But then—
“Honored guest, would you like some tea? Homegrown snow pear tea with rock sugar, brewed by yours truly!”
Niu Tou strode forward with a tray, his sturdy frame radiating rustic sincerity. “Refreshing and sweet—every guest who’s tried it loves it!”
The “guest” sitting in the chair didn’t move.
…But the low, guttural murmurs of “heh heh” could still be heard.
Niu Tou: “?”
After a stunned two seconds, Niu Tou gasped in horror: “Guest, why are you coughing so much?! That won’t do—quick, take a sip of tea to soothe your throat!”
Without waiting for a response, he shoved the cup of pear tea into the guest’s hands.
A cold wind blew past, and as Niu Tou turned slightly, he caught a glimpse beneath the cloak—nine gaping mouths, each lined with jagged teeth and writhing tentacles, dripping with yellow-green slime.
Niu Tou: “…”
Yun Wen: “…”
The air froze in eerie silence.
The next second, Niu Tou suddenly had an epiphany and smacked his forehead:
“Coughing, thick phlegm, mouth ulcers, tartar buildup—honored guest, you’ve got heatiness!”
Yun Wen: “???”
So Nin Tou going serve homemade medicine and Taotie wakes up to transform into his human form to grab Yun Wen’s half face to scare him off by the stronger presence?