Greatest Streamer System

CuteCookingCouple, Lightning912, and Tiamat55 left the Lobby after hanging for a few minutes. It was already late at night, and they apparently had personal streaming after this.

Only three people were left in the Lobby: Max, MadLad, who asked him to stay, and Amelia Reaper.

"Sorry to keep you here for a bit longer, Breeze. There is something that I need to talk about with you. I don't think hiding this will make you feel at ease so… Well, it's related to what happened before the stream."

Amelia explained as she sat down next to Max, just like their position before the gathering began. She looked a bit guilty as she scratched her cheek.

"I knew that you said you weren't uncomfortable, but I can't help but need to tell you about this." She said, looking at him. "Actually, they told me the reason why they suddenly backed off from the gathering. Do you want to hear it, or do you prefer to be oblivious of it?"

'So there is indeed a reason beyond their sudden decision. But she hid it from the others, most probably because it's a troublesome reason.' Max thought as he looked at Amelia.

To be honest, that wasn't important at all. But… learning from the past when he dealt with the three trolls from Midnight Heist, he probably needed to hear the reason from Amelia.

'Knowing the reason might be the best just to be safe. If it's just because they are jealous or have an inferiority complex, then that's fine. But if they have hostile intentions against me, then I could prepare for countermeasures.'

"Please tell me."

"Alright."

According to Amelia, she got the message from two streamers she invited. Their names were TofuMaster and Crispyninja, and both were male.

In the messages, unpleasant words were thrown.

[TofuMaster: Why did you invite that fucking guy? I knew that you're not sincere and just want to embarrass us, bitch! Just because we're from Bear Agency that's not as famous as yours, you think you can do whatever you want to us?]

[Crispyninja: Bitch, whore, slut! You ass licker better lick that Breeze guy ass to gain fame. I won't do it. I am out. Don't ever invite me again or someone from Bear Agency, you slut.]

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When Max showed the messages that Amelia showed him, he furrowed his brows in displeasure. Not only that, he wondered about something.

"Are they fools?"

Sending a message filled with foul words was one thing, but they even mentioned their agency and called names.

If these screenshots were spread on the internet, not only their names but also their agency would get affected by it.

Amelia shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know."

"Heh, they are no fools." MadLad suddenly chirped in while sneering. He moved the glass in his hand around, looking at the golden liquid inside dancing. "No one is a fool when they have no brain to use to begin with."

The two of them looked at MadLad before bursting into laughter. That was correct. Everyone was equal if they had no brain to begin with! There were no smart people or fools.

"Can you give me that screenshot? Ah, we also haven't exchanged contact information, right? Let's do it right now."

"Sure. I will send it through a message later." Amelia said, "Oh, and as a thanks for being today's host, I will tell you something interesting."

"Something interesting?" Max inquired.

"Yes." She nodded and smiled. "In truth, some rumors have spread among agencies. There might be some streamer contest soon aimed at newbies. I said it's a contest, but it's just an annual event. I believe you've heard about Streamer Wars?"

"Ah, I've heard about it."

No streamers would be unaware of it. It was an event held by Punch, one that could be called prestigious. A streamer only had one chance to enter this Streamer Wars, as their newbie days were limited to a year.

"I heard from the head of my agency that Streamer Wars will be held in Q3 of this year. For some reason, it's held 6 months early from last year. Well, it's just a rumor, but I think you want to inquire with your agency… or rather, Biozone Entertainment, about this. They must've known better than me."

That was such important information.

From the start of his streaming journey, Max wanted to enter the Streamer Wars. He had fond memories of cheering over newbie streamers back when he was poor and had nothing at all.

Smiling gently, Max said, "Thank you, Amelia. I appreciate it."

"Likewise. Let's meet again someday!"

After bidding farewell, Max left the Lobby.

***

Flexy had seen better days. No… Today could even be called the worst day ever in this year for him.

"AAAAH, why the heck?! This is the worst!"

He threw a pillow to the ground. His smiling face was dominated by a displeased frown, feeling betrayed and frustrated by the news he had just received.

Sitting on his bed, he held his face. Lisa looked at him in silence; her expression was no better than Flexy's.

The reason behind this was simple. Two of his teammates in the Roach Planet competition suddenly said they couldn't join him. It was too sudden.

To be honest, Flexy didn't really mind them backing away. He could always seek a new teammate to join his 4-man team in Roach Planet. Not to brag, but he was confident that his friends would definitely help him, although their skill level probably couldn't be compared to his current team.

Yes, that wasn't a problem. The real problem was…

"How could they leave for our rival team?!"

They had known and had been training together for quite some time. To think the leaving teammates would just abandon him and the other person like this just less than 3 weeks before the tournament… He felt really betrayed.

"Don't get mad, Marco. You know they want you to lose your cool and use this to lower your reputation. I told you that DizzyTop and Flatheadman couldn't be trusted."

"Yeah, I should've trusted you, Lisa."

His lover slash secretary's views on people had never been wrong before. Flexy regretted not trusting her words.

"But… should I really find new teammates? I better retire from the tournament altogether like this. My motivation has dried up after reading their messages."

"You can't do that." Lisa shot down the idea with a glare. "You have announced your participation in the Biozone Monthly Segment. If you take back your words now, then there will be consequences. Your followers and fans would be disappointed."

"I know… I know that, but… Where do I find players with their skill levels?" Flexy buried his face deeper in his hands. "Finding people who can compete with pro gamers isn't easy. Tell me, Lisa… Where can I find those kinds of people?"

Hearing her lover's rant, Lisa couldn't help but sigh.

'He's always so dull when he becomes like this.' She thought, getting closer to him. Her hand extended to stroke his hair. 'Even though he actually can use this head to think if he's calm.'

She moved her hand to his ear and pulled it hard.

"Ouch ouch ouch! That hurts, Lisa!" Flexy screamed painfully and tried to stop her. He managed to do so, but not before his left ear turned red. "What was that for?!"

"It's because you're being stupid right now," Lisa said bluntly. "Don't you have friends? Did you forget about the monster who can learn a game easily and a genius who can compete against pro gamers easily?"

Flexy blinked a few times. At times like this, he became really dull and stupid. So, Lisa had to do all the brain work.

Once again, she let out a tired sigh and pulled his ear, bringing it close to her lips.

"I am talking about Breeze and StoneSword, stupid. If it's them, I believe that they can fill the void your former teammates left behind. And I am also sure if you can get Breeze's agreement, getting StoneSword to join the group is easy."

"I know about that," Flexy said, pulling his head away from Lisa. "But Breeze has his Midnight Heist's competition. And StoneSword… he never joined any tournament before. He might refuse."

Hearing that excuse, Lisa became angry and took a pillow from the bed to beat Flexy's up.

Thud thud thud!

"Just… Tell… Them! Invite them!"

"A-Alright! Give up! I give up!"

Facing the relentless attack from the deadly weapon, pillow, Flexy raised his hands in surrender and followed her suggestion.