Global Live Streaming: From Streamer to Divine God

At the same time, on the same evening, the aftermath of the live stream had not ceased to spread!

It was like a small stone thrown into calm water, creating ripples that extended further and further, affecting more people, touching more surfaces.

Li Siming woke up from sleep, lying on his bedroom bed, listening to the movements outside the room.

The crowd Lei Jun had brought was not as excited as they had been a few hours ago. At the moment, they were discussing something quietly, but it seemed there were more people now. He couldn't tell who that bastard had invited this time.

They didn't care at all about the feelings of their host, turning his nest into a mess like a marketplace.

Might as well kick them all out!

Upon waking up, Li Siming's passion had subsided. Those inexplicable puzzles now seemed not so serious—just a strange and eerie live stream.

Time travel?

A real world depicted in TV dramas?

He, who had repeatedly confirmed the matter, couldn't help but doubt again at this time…

Reality is often like this; nothing remains unchanged. People's thoughts and decisions naturally change over time and environment. Facing a plethora of evidence beyond common sense, reason, and logic compelled Li Siming to make a certain judgment, feeling excited, thrilled, and incredulous.

However, once he left these pieces of evidence and returned to a familiar environment, he would be influenced by his own knowledge, experience, and surrounding environment. Any judgment beyond "common sense" would waver.

There wasn't a hundred percent certainty and belief, only a cycle of doubt—certainty—doubt—certainty... and it would continue indefinitely.

After freshening up, Li Siming pushed open the door of his bedroom.

"Cough cough~~"

"Siming, you're finally awake, come over here, quick!"

The living room was packed with people, most of whom he didn't recognize. He fanned the choking smoke away with his palms and glared fiercely at Lei Jun.

The buzzing discussions and quiet arguments did not stop due to his entrance. Most people just glanced at him, at most offering a polite nod.

Li Siming was very irritated and naturally unhappy with the instigator of all this chaos.

"Did you bring all these people?"

Li Siming pulled Lei Jun aside and questioned him in a displeased whisper.

Lei Jun gave a wry smile, "Not me, Professor Hu invited them."

"Professor Hu?"

"Right over there!"

Following the direction Lei Jun pointed, Li Siming saw an old man with graying hair sitting in the middle of the living room sofa. He was wearing reading glasses, buried in a thick book on the coffee table surrounded by notebooks, stacks of documents, materials... effectively he had turned this place into his office, absorbed as if nothing else existed.

"Damn it, I don't care, get these people out of here now!" Li Siming gritted his teeth, glaring at his close friend.

"Come on, we're about to get results, authoritative results."

"What authoritative results?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a short, plump man with glasses rushed out of the kitchen, holding up a freshly printed document, excitedly shouting, "The test results are out, out!"

Suddenly, all the buzzing voices ceased, and Professor Hu, pushing aside the books in front of him, couldn't wait to shout even before standing up, "Bring them here, quick!"

As the document reached his hands, everyone crowded around, extending their necks in three inner and three outer circles, and silence descended.

"There are no issues with the software, the underlying protocols, the system environment, or the hardware... yet, we just can't find that damn live streaming room!"

This result did not surprise most people, so it didn't cause much of a stir, but Li Siming became furiously angry. He grabbed his best friend by the collar and shouted, "Did you guys dismantle my mainframe?"

Those familiar with Li Siming knew that his $20,000 workstation was as precious to him as a wife. Even touching it required his approval, let alone disassembling it into pieces!

"Hey, hey... let go... dammit, I did my best already, if it weren't for me, your 'wife' would have been carted off already..."

Damn, so these people were like a bunch of bandits?

"Young man, young man, you are Li Siming, right? A graduate student from the Computer Science Department at Huazhong University of Science and Technology under Professor Wang Ming?"

Great, even his boss was being brought up now; what could Li Siming do?

"Come over here, I have some questions for you..."

Li Siming forced a smile and walked over.

Professor Hu took off his reading glasses, put down the diagnostic report, and the document was instantly grabbed by people next to him as if it were a treasure. The crowd naturally parted, making it less congested.

"Sit down, don't be shy!"

"Please, this is my own home," Li Siming complained internally, but he obediently sat down next to the old man.

"Don't worry about your equipment; they are all professionals and will restore it right away... Let's talk about your experience, this Spirit Live Streaming Room, how did you find it?"

Li Siming could only offer a wry smile, "Professor Hu, I really don't know more than you do; I've told you everything I know."

"Think again, think again, maybe there is something you've left out, why it chose you of all people, maybe it's something you did, or perhaps..."

Li Siming didn't see the point of these questions. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he couldn't help but interrupt Professor Hu, "Sorry, Professor Hu, but I think what's most important now is to make sure nothing goes wrong with the next live stream. It's almost midnight, and yet my equipment has been dismantled. You know, I dare not even turn it off today..."

Professor Hu frowned, "Are you saying the ghost program might disappear?"

"No, no, I just think we should prevent any potential mishaps."

Professor Hu walked up to the team reassembling the equipment and asked softly, "How much longer?"

"Almost done, momentarily!"

Once the equipment was reassembled, powered up, self-tested, and the system started...

When the client terminal of the Spirit Live Streaming Room successfully opened and appeared on the screen, everyone present visibly relaxed.

"How many people own this ghost program?" Professor Hu suddenly asked.

"From what I've observed, quite a few."

"That means the problem has already spread..." Professor Hu mused, "It seems I need to report this urgently... Little Li, are you interested in joining my research group? You don't need to worry about your school or Professor Wang Ming; I'll handle it."

"What research group?" Li Siming hadn't caught on yet.

"Of course, the one researching this mysterious incident. Don't you find it highly valuable for study? Something that even modern science and technology cannot explain or detect—an unknown phenomenon. The country will definitely support this strongly. Of course, that's provided the broadcast at midnight occurs as scheduled without any 'accidents'!"

Li Siming, catching the implied meaning in Professor Hu's eyes, realized: any accident of course meant witnessing it firsthand to eliminate any possibility of a hoax. Otherwise, if they sent up a report and it turned out to be a major blunder, Professor Hu would become a complete laughingstock in the academic community.

He also understood that the reason for this grand preparation stemmed partly from academic curiosity but mostly from the drive for reputation and benefits!

One could foresee that people like Professor Hu were not alone; how many were frantically preparing across the country at this moment, and how many, influenced by them, were awaiting the stroke of midnight on August 12?