C11 Fighting Against the Haters and Enjoying the Fun

In the frame, verdant candelabra trees stood tall and proud amidst the desert. Everett approached one of the trees with his phone in hand. He sliced into the candelabra tree with a knife, causing it to ooze a few drops of juice. Hastily, he opened his mouth to catch the sweet-tasting liquid.

Little Demonic Cat: Wow! The candelabra tree is actually real!

Misteroid: Seems like it's the real deal.

Su Yi: Looks like it's genuine. Could it be that Money Nightingale's setup is a fake?

Money Nightingale's Backup Group: Clearly, this is a fake! How could such a cactus exist in Ironwharf? Hey, streamer, if you're so confident, walk a mile into the desert. I bet you'll hit a backdrop!

Money Nightingale: You got the guts?

Money Nightingale's fans began their jeering anew, prompting Everett to furrow his brow. It seemed he needed to take real action to put an end to their taunts.

With that in mind, Everett addressed the screen: "Fans of Money Nightingale, I never intended to embarrass him. Let's drop the issue. If you don't want to watch my livestream, feel free to leave. Don't stir up trouble for Money Nightingale, or you'll have to face the consequences!"

Money Nightingale, Number 3: Haha, trying to scare us? Face the consequences? You silly streamer, you're too scared to challenge Money Nightingale. You're not even on his level!

Money Nightingale: Are you brave enough to bet? If you dare to walk a mile into the desert today, I'll livestream myself eating dirt!

Money Nightingale's Support Group: That's right, silly streamer. Aren't you just in it for the money? If you dare to walk a mile, we'll send you a hundred rockets. If not, kneel and apologize to Money Nightingale and then scram from Cat's Tooth!

Confronted with the smugness of Money Nightingale's support group, Everett's frown deepened. Since they were picking a fight, he wasn't going to hold back.

"Fine! Let's make that bet. Today, I'm ready to take you on. Let my livestream audience be my witnesses. I don't need your tips today; I just want to prove something to everyone—that there's no sandstorm in the Limesvilles Desert today!"

Misteroid: Support the host! If the host dares to walk a mile, Money Nightingale should match that mile!

After Misteroid's call to action, other fans chimed in, flooding the chat with a barrage of messages.

Song Chen: Right, fans of Money Nightingale, do you have the guts to take the bet?

Demonic Cat: Bet, bet, bet! Not betting would be foolish!

Money Nightingale's Support Squad: You're on! Let's take that bet today!

Seeing everyone stirring up trouble, Everett wasn't afraid to ruffle some feathers. He boldly renamed his live stream: "Betting Against Money Nightingale's Support Squad – Eat My Dust!"

Money Nightingale's fame on Cat's Tooth was unparalleled. It was well known that if your live stream title mentioned "Money Nightingale," you could hit a million viewers in less than an hour.

Once Everett updated the name, the viewer count in his live stream skyrocketed, and the chat was flooded with messages.

Li Xiaoe: What? The host is eating Money Nightingale's dirt? Are people really doing anything for fame these days?

Tian Dong and others: Haha, there's a live stream of someone farming in the desert. Hahaha, that's hilarious!

Money Nightingale's Backyard Bull: Waiting to see the host get thrashed by Money Nightingale!

Money Nightingale's Support Squad: Waiting to see him turned into dust!

Sky Fighter Jet: No need for more talk. Just for the host's guts to take on Money Nightingale, I'll send a rocket his way.

Everett's live stream, "Farming with Everett," received ten rockets...

Wealthy Spectator: Let's make it rain!

Wealthy Spectator sent Everett ten rockets...

Lazybug sent Everett seven rockets...

Soon, Everett realized his live stream had received nearly ten thousand dollars in gifts, which deeply moved him. This only strengthened his resolve to go all out against Money Nightingale's Support Squad!

Thank you all for your generous tips. We've had a lot of new friends join us, so let me introduce myself. My name is Everett, and this is my first time live streaming. The reason I started streaming is quite simple: my parents and grandfather all died on an expedition in the Ironwharf Desert, so I knew I had to fulfill their dream.

In addition, I'm currently a sophomore at Hartlepool University. I'm located in the heart of the Limesvilles Desert, where I've built a base called the Bellhand Lawn Desert Oasis Scenic Area. I've planted over two thousand square meters of Bellhand Lawn, and a hundred square meters have already sprouted. Let me take you on a tour.

Everett then walked over to his Bellhand Lawn. Overnight, the grass had turned from yellow to green. Amidst the sand, the resilient young grass shone with an inviting green hue.

Misteroid: Wow, a descendant of a martyr, that's even more impressive!

Skinny Thin: Look, that's real grass, so fuzzy and adorable!

Money Nightingale's Support Group: Stop feeling sorry for yourself, just walk a mile in the desert already! If you're too scared, then hurry up and apologize and eat dirt!

Everett picked up his phone, having shown everyone the Bellhand Lawn, and then aimed it at the desert. Under the blazing sun, mirages shimmered across the sand dunes.

"Money Nightingale's support team, don't get too cocky. You think you're helping Money Nightingale, but actually, you're hurting him. Alright, I'm about to venture into the desert. Today, I'll walk two miles to give you all a glimpse. Pick any direction you like!"

Following his statement, the screen lit up with a flurry of "666" comments. Money Nightingale's fans suggested Everett head west, as that was deeper into the desert.

Everett didn't dawdle; he set off directly towards the west. Walking in the desert is no easy feat, with quicksand lurking and a lack of water that could leave you dying of thirst before reaching your destination. A mile in the desert is certainly not the same as a mile on the plains.

Before setting out, Everett donned a straw hat and filled his water bottle with juice from the candelabra tree. He then headed south, passing Stratdwell Mountain and leaving the Oasis Scenic Area. As soon as he did, the temperature in the desert soared by over ten degrees. The intense heat wave made his clothes instantly drenched with sweat, and he dared not take them off for fear of sunburn.

Squinting against the blazing sun, Everett's sweat was unrelenting. He grabbed his phone, the sweat blurring his vision so much that he could hardly make out the screen.

"Hello everyone, I've just stepped out of the Oasis Scenic Area. The temperature there was a mild 18 degrees, but I estimate it's now over 30 degrees outside. You can see the heat waves rolling across the desert," he said.

After finishing his update, he turned the camera to showcase the desert. Beneath the fierce sun, the rolling sand dunes and the heat waves were clearly visible through the phone's lens.

Money Nightingale: Wow, those heat waves are really intense!

Money Nightingale sent him a rocket...

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