C12 Somebody Destroyed the Place

Everett ventured into the Limesvilles Desert, and tips quickly filled his screen.

Seeing the tips, Everett felt the scorching heat was worthwhile. He was in dire need of money. With funds, he could keep buying grass, Giant Pillar cacti, and wait for Marian and the rest to arrive. He could also purchase building materials—all part of his dream!

"I've walked five hundred meters already. Walking in the desert is tough, my shoes are melting, but no matter, I'll persevere and succeed!"

Everett wiped the sweat from his face. Climbing a high megadune, he slipped and tumbled down.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Clutching his phone, the screen alternated between the sky and heaps of yellow sand. After two minutes, the sky finally dominated the view.

Lying on the scorching sand, with the midday sun at its fiercest, Everett felt intense pain on his arms and back. He leapt up, exclaiming, "Hot, hot, hot..."

Sand plastered Everett's face, and his back was scorched, the pain contorting his expression.

Money Nightingale's Support Group: Be careful, host! We feel for you. Only heroes dare to venture into the Limesvilles Desert. You've gone too far.

Beast Tamer: I feel for you, host. Maybe call it quits and return to your oasis. Why bother competing with fools? Besides, you've come so far; it's clearly a real desert.

"Sorry, it's so hot, I fell because the sweat blinded me. But I'm okay, don't worry. I always follow through on my promises; I won't give up easily."

With that, Everett resumed his trek. To conserve energy and hydration, he remained silent, holding his phone to live stream. After over two hours in the desert, he had covered more than four miles.

Reaching the top of a tall megadune, Everett discovered a vast plain, stretching at least a hundred acres. Its formation was a mystery, a magnificent expanse amidst the surrounding dunes.

"Haha, look, I've found a plain. Now, this plain is mine! I'm going to turn it into an oasis!"

Everett could barely contain his wild joy. It's common knowledge that deserts are full of sand dunes, making it extremely inconvenient to grow anything. But now, with this stretch of flatland, it felt like a godsend for cultivation!

"This journey was totally worth it. Oh, and by the way, I've trekked nearly five miles through the desert. Money Nightingale's fan club, got anything to say now?"

The chat soon erupted with messages.

How big is the ocean: Money Nightingale, show yourself!

A Snake in the North River: Keep your word, drop 100 rockets!

The Sky Wolf: Exactly, don't chicken out!

Misteroid: Not showing up, huh? A bunch of idiots, it's obvious you're just Money Nightingale's paid brain-dead fans. Let's go crash the East A live stream!

In no time, Everett noticed the viewership of his live stream fading away like water.

Over at Money Nightingale's stream, the viewership was surging once again, skyrocketing from 50 million to 100 million in no time. Indeed, he was Shaoland's premier outdoor live streamer!

With his audience back, the bearded Money Nightingale was visibly thrilled. Bracing against the fierce wind, he spoke into the camera, "We've got some newcomers here. Let me introduce you. Today, Money Nightingale is taking on the Death Desert Challenge. This challenge is no joke – it's where even seasoned explorers meet their end. But Money Nightingale fears nothing!"

Misteroid: If you're not scared, why not walk a mile and show us?

Skinny Beauty: Right, take a few steps! Stop faking it. The live stream next door is showing the Limesvilles Desert, and it's peaceful as can be!

Little Wave: Hahaha, take a few steps, take a few steps. Why do I see you just pacing in the same spot all this time?

Money Nightingale's Support Squad: Money Nightingale, there's trouble brewing next door!

At that moment, Money Nightingale looked utterly bewildered.

Money Nightingale Dealer: Money Nightingale, are you actually in the desert? Why does the other live stream show the Limesvilles Desert without a speck of sand in the air? Money Nightingale, you wouldn't be deceiving us, would you?

Little Wave: Hahaha, Money Nightingale, even your own fans are starting to question you! Hahaha!

Misteroid: Hurry up and walk a mile; let's see who's behind the setup!

Money Nightingale glanced at his screen and was instantly flabbergasted.

Ningzhou Desert Film and Television City is Outzun Group's most renowned film and tourism complex.

In the southeast corner of the city, a crowd had gathered. A massive backdrop depicting a megadune stood in the distance, flanked by over a dozen giant fans. More than a hundred people were busy throwing sand into the fans, which whipped it up into a convincing sandstorm.

Money Nightingale cursed under his breath, "Damn it, who's sabotaging me? If the viewers catch on, will my reputation as the top live streamer be ruined?"

It's important to note that Money Nightingale isn't just any streamer; he's responsible for a team of nearly two hundred people.

"This can't get out; I have to contain this situation."

Meanwhile, Cat's Tooth Company urgently convened a high-level executive meeting. The chairman, Elwood, presided with an air of command despite the urgency.

"We've called an emergency meeting because the content department has reported that someone just registered an account and is challenging Money Nightingale. Let's hear your thoughts."

The executives responded in unison, "Ban the account."

Indeed, Money Nightingale was a prized acquisition from Chili Live, now a star outdoor streamer under their wing. It didn't matter if it was a small-time broadcaster or one with millions of followers; crossing Money Nightingale meant a ban.

After the executives spoke, the content department head interjected, "Directors, this newcomer isn't ordinary. He's broadcasting live from the Limesvilles Desert. I've reviewed his stream, and it's genuine. Moreover, he's managed to grow a unique grass and even tall cacti in the desert, which the audience loves. In just half a day, his popularity has nearly eclipsed Money Nightingale's. Perhaps we should consider..."

"Isn't Money Nightingale also streaming from the desert today? He's probably just riding the coattails of the hype. We've seen others try to leverage Money Nightingale's popularity before. They might spike in viewership, but it fizzles out by the next day."

An executive with glasses finished speaking, then another chimed in, "Indeed, let's seal it. Regardless, we've invested heavily in Money Nightingale. If he incurs any losses, it won't bode well for us either. Remember, we poured 300 million into bringing him over from Chili Live."

Once the Finance Director concluded, the chairman nodded in agreement. He turned to the content supervisor and inquired, "What's Money Nightingale's take on this matter?"

No sooner had the chairman posed the question than the content supervisor's phone began to ring. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was Money Nightingale calling and swiftly answered.

"Hello, Money Nightingale, what seems to be the problem?"

"What the hell is going on? Are you all clueless? What's happening with the platform? Can't you see someone's messing with me? Get on it and fix this immediately, or don't say I didn't warn you!"

After a barrage of insults from Money Nightingale, the content supervisor's expression soured. Money Nightingale had always regarded them with little respect.