Chapter One: The Streamer Struck by Lightning

“Good morning to all brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, grandpas, and grandmas! I am the most handsome host in your hearts, Chen Bo! Remember, it’s Chen Bo, not Morning Wood.” On the plateau, Chen Bo gasped for breath, shouting into his phone.

“Right now, your host has arrived at a certain mountain in Tibet. As for the name of this mountain, I have no idea. Do you recall the news from a few days ago? Just a week ago, for reasons unknown, this place was struck by lightning. Satellite images showed that this mountain was hit thousands of times within an hour. The scene was nothing short of apocalyptic!”

Chen Bo was a small-time host on Yaya Live. Lacking looks and talent, he had no choice but to become an outdoor streamer, specializing in broadcasting from unusual places. Despite his efforts, the room rarely exceeded five hundred viewers. After deducting travel, food, and lodging expenses, he was left with only a few hundred yuan each month.

The chat in his live room was sparse and lifeless, so this time Chen Bo decided to go all in. Yesterday, he bought a plane ticket to Tibet and arrived early this morning. Upon arrival, he took a car here, then climbed up in one go.

Because of Chen Bo’s determination, when viewers saw him at this newsworthy location, excitement swept through the live room.

“666666, isn’t this Ge’erwa Mountain? The one struck by lightning last week!”

“Watching the host get struck by lightning, transcend tribulation, and ascend to greatness.”

“Yaya host performs tribulation ascension, earning a million a month!”

“Don’t worry, host. I’ve dialed 120 and am ready to collect your body.”

None of these were exactly encouraging words, and Chen Bo was at a loss.

“It seems everyone wants to see the host ascend in broad daylight. Well, it’s not impossible. Legend has it that in ancient times, a figure named the Yellow Emperor had three thousand concubines and ascended in broad daylight. If you don’t mind, you could send over some girls. The host certainly wouldn’t object,” Chen Bo said, abandoning all pretense, with a mischievous smile.

“A host worth ravishing.”

“The host is so dirty, I can’t control myself anymore. Oh, I want to offer myself to the host!”

“Wait, aren’t you a guy?”

“Backdoor transactions, line up downstairs.”

“Backdoor transaction.”

“Backdoor transaction.”

“”

“All right, let’s get back on topic. Today, your host has crossed mountains and rivers, climbing to the summit. We’re here to investigate why this mountain attracted such apocalyptic lightning.”

Chen Bo spoke passionately, inwardly praising his own eloquence.

As he talked, suddenly a streak of black light flashed before his eyes, followed by a deafening thunderclap. The next moment, Chen Bo lost consciousness.

The live room fell silent. Several minutes passed before someone finally sent a comment.

“Did you see that just now?”

“That was a huge bolt of lightning, as thick as a bucket.”

“First time seeing black lightning. Learned something new.”

“Wait, that’s not the point! The host was struck by lightning!”

“Is the host dead?”

“You fool, such a huge bolt could vaporize a person.”

“Already called the police.”

“Huh? Where am I? Wasn’t I on the mountain summit?” Chen Bo stared at the antique decor before him, feeling dizzy.

Looking down, he discovered he was sitting on a bed—a wooden plank bed, hard and uncomfortable.

“What’s going on? Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep on the mountain?” He pinched his thigh. Ouch, that hurt.

There was pain; not a dream. Could it be… transmigration?

Just as he tried to get up, a sharp pain stabbed his head, as if needles were piercing it. Chen Bo cried out, clutching his head, collapsing onto the bed.

His gaze remained vacant for a long time before some clarity returned. He realized he had truly transmigrated, crossing into another world, possessing the body of an inept young master.

He had fully absorbed the memories of this new body. The name was still Chen Bo, a useless young lord whose meridians were shattered.

This familiar beginning—wasn’t it the legendary “waste protagonist” trope? Would there be an old master in a ring next?

He checked his hand; no ring. Perhaps it was something else?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a cold voice sounded in his ear: “Otherworld Live System activated!

Host: Chen Bo

Status: Weak

Level: 0

Realm: None

Items: None

Skills: None

Gold coins: 0

Viewers: 536”

Otherworld Live System? What on earth was that?

Then, a stream of information about the system entered Chen Bo’s mind, and he understood its purpose and usage.

Called the Otherworld Live System, as the name suggested, it enabled live streaming in another world.

The system featured an invisible micro-camera hidden close to Chen Bo. Only the host could see it; outsiders could not. The camera’s clarity surpassed any on Earth.

The level referred to the host’s ranking, determined by viewer count, but it was essentially useless.

Gold coins were the reward items sent by fans. Now, all items had been unified into gold coins, with one coin equivalent to one hundred yuan.

Gold coins served only one purpose: participating in the system’s lottery space. Ten thousand coins for a basic draw, one hundred thousand for intermediate, one million for advanced, ten million for ultimate.

However, there was a restriction: the items drawn were limited by the host’s current strength.

For example, since Chen Bo was now utterly powerless, even an ultimate draw wouldn’t yield an atomic bomb or even a gun—at most, perhaps a packet of arsenic or some deadly poison.

Checking his balance, Chen Bo saw he had only a zero. A basic draw required ten thousand coins, or one million yuan.

The road ahead was long and arduous.

As Chen Bo fretted about earning coins, the system transmitted another message.

“Newcomer benefit mode activated! For every host activating the system for the first time, three free draw opportunities are granted. Please use them today; they expire otherwise.

Promotion mode activated! This live room has unlimited capacity and is pinned to the top of Yaya Live. No one can close the room or delete the host account. Even if Yaya Live shuts down, the live room will continue streaming as usual.”

This was excellent, a very considerate feature.

Three free draws. The system hadn’t specified which level of draw, meaning it could be basic or ultimate, all depending on luck.

These free draws had no strength restrictions—one might get a matchstick, or perhaps a Divine Creation Jade Disk, or even the legendary Pangu’s Axe.

Chen Bo especially liked the pinned feature—it put him at the top of all Yaya Live rankings, with significant exposure.

He checked the viewer count again; already over a thousand, and it had been less than a minute since promotion mode started.