Chapter Eleven: Collaboration with the Nation

Mid-stage Skin Training Realm meant that Chen Bo now possessed over six hundred pounds of raw strength. If he unleashed his full power in a punch, the force would double.

“Hello, viewers, your streamer is lucky enough not to have died, and my strength has recovered somewhat. It seems this Minor Restorative Pill is truly remarkable—not quite an elixir of immortality, but definitely a miraculous remedy. I’ve never felt better in my life, I feel like I could wrestle an ox right now,” Chen Bo announced, delight evident in his tone. The audience in the livestream room grew restless with excitement, and a flurry of comments appeared.

“Streamer, please test the effects of the medicine, hurry up and find an ox!”

“Some streamer is about to go viral wrestling an ox, raking in millions a month!”

“That’s a bit much, but I like it, haha!”

“Bangbang tips the streamer 18 gold coins—please share the pill recipe! I’ll tip a thousand more later! Private message me!”

“Hey, that’s sneaky! You want to keep it all to yourself? Greedy!”

“Upstairs, aren’t you aware there are lots of internet police here? You’ve probably already been flagged.”

Everyone was envious of the Minor Restorative Pill! If just one could make Chen Bo as strong as he was now, the Greater Restorative Pills in the future must be even more powerful! But finished pills were out of their reach, so what everyone wanted was the recipe. With the recipe, would the pills not follow?

As for ingredients? The collective intelligence of netizens wasn’t lacking; this Minor Restorative Pill came from a martial arts world, and the herbs from such a world would surely exist on Earth as well. After all, it was a martial arts world, not a fantasy realm—there weren’t that many things beyond Earth’s logic.

As for whether to reveal the recipe, Chen Bo hesitated. He was safe here, but he still had family back on Earth—his father, mother, and a younger sister studying acting at the National Film Academy. They were his ties to that world.

To say he didn’t worry about his family would be a lie; he wasn’t so cold and heartless. If he revealed the recipe to everyone, those with money and power would start making Minor Restorative Pills, and once people gained strength, their ambitions would grow. Who could say whether the state could keep control?

He dreaded lunatics threatening his family, and there would be nothing he could do. Far away in another world, he couldn’t help, even if he wanted to.

After weighing the pros and cons, Chen Bo finally refused. “Sorry to disappoint you, friends. The recipe for the Minor Restorative Pill is far too sensitive. I trust you all understand the implications.”

“How about this? The recipe will be made public eventually. I’ll give it to the state first. Once the nation’s strength is improved, it can be released to the public.”

“Some of you may disagree with my decision, but if you don’t want the world to descend into chaos, if you don’t want your loved ones to be in constant danger, you’ll understand why I’ve chosen this path.”

“So that’s settled! Some of you may not like it, but you can’t touch me anyway, haha!”

Chen Bo knew that after this statement, his family and close friends would certainly end up under state protection—maybe even mingling with top leaders.

Would the government try to use his family against him? He didn’t think so. There had to be some trust between people; no need to imagine the worst of one’s own country.

“Bangbang tips the streamer 1,000 gold coins—Streamer, are you sure you want to be so willful? Still, your reasoning is sound. I’ll hold onto the recipe for a while then!”

“The streamer makes sense. We should resist the temptation of power!”

“Stupid, stingy streamer! Pretending to be a gentleman, disgusting! Your parents are in my hands—hand over the recipe or I’ll kill them!”

“Damn, you’re dead for sure!”

“Everyone, track down this idiot!”

“No need for us to act—there are plenty of government people here. That guy’s finished!”

“Yaya reports that the account ‘pileofcrap’ has had its IP locked by the cyber police. No need to worry, everyone.”

“Haha, serves him right!”

Seeing the comment, Chen Bo’s gaze turned cold. He asked the system, “System, is there any punishment mechanism for people like this? I seem to remember you telling me about one.”

The system replied, “For this kind of person, the system will impose strict measures. They will be unable to cultivate for life and will remain an ordinary person forever.”

Not only did Chen Bo hear this, but so did everyone in the livestream room. The audience hadn’t expected the system to be so ruthless—no room for negotiation! Impressive!

After this incident, the atmosphere in the chat improved considerably. While bickering between netizens was inevitable, no one ever tried threatening the streamer again. But that’s a story for another time.

Having dealt with the troublemaker, Chen Bo’s mood lightened. “I’m sure there are comrades from the relevant departments watching my stream right now. Maybe even the Number One Leader is here—how nerve-wracking! Comrades, feel free to message me privately. There’s a private chat function.”

“The streamer is about to hitch a ride on the party’s coattails! Come on, everyone—shower him with coins!”

“Qinshui tips the streamer 588 gold coins—keep it up!”

“Haoanyi tips the streamer 3,888 gold coins—just closed a deal and made some money, so here’s a wave of support.”

“AdorableBookworm tips 3,000 gold coins—wherever Anji is, there’s me!”

“I think it’s the state that’s lucky to have you—the recipe alone is enough to change the world. The stronger you get, the more miraculous items you’ll have.”

“FoolishAn tips 1,888 gold coins—at this rate, Earth will never be the same.”

“Haha, but isn’t this another kind of progress?”

With a volley of comments and rewards, Chen Bo’s gold coin balance soon exceeded thirty thousand! The number of viewers had already surpassed ten million, reaching 10.35 million.

It should be mentioned that the state was already preparing to broadcast the stream on all major regional channels. By then, the viewership would skyrocket, though unfortunately, TV viewers couldn’t send tips.

Meanwhile, the authorities had already contacted Chen Bo privately. Accepting the video call, a man in his fifties, dressed in a Mao suit, appeared on the screen.

Chen Bo recognized him at once—his face often graced the evening news. He was Xie Guobin, Director General of the National Security Bureau.

Chen Bo hadn’t expected someone so high-ranking to reach out; the pressure was immense.

“Um, how should I address you?” Not only was the man much older, but his contributions to the country merited Chen Bo’s utmost respect.

This time, the respect came from the heart.