Global Live Streaming: From Streamer to Divine God

Li Siming's home had completely turned into a venue.

At midnight, the lights were all out, doors and windows tightly closed, the curtains drawn, and only the faint sound of the host computer, projector, and ventilation fan could be heard flowing around. The living room, dining room, and even the adjoining kitchen were packed with people and equipment, everyone so tense that they scarcely dared to breathe, all eyes fixed on the silent images projected.

"Consort Hua's oral decree..."

Watching the live broadcast, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses accurately repeated the inaudible words.

This was not surprising, for there is nothing difficult for one who sets his mind to it.

Despite the absence of sound, Professor Hu had managed to bring in experts at lip-reading through his connections. Although the reading was intermittent due to the camera angles, the interpreters could still reconstruct nearly all of the broadcast's dialogue by considering the context, as well as the images, characters, environment, and scenes.

As soon as the translator's voice fell, the room buzzed with activity.

Having been only slightly composed after the initial shock, Professor Hu became excited again, "This must be a major turning point. All groups, take note: I want you to describe every scene, every detail, every character, every piece of dialogue, record them, and establish corresponding analytical data and associative models..."

Li Siming really wanted to say, why go through all this trouble when you have the recorded video? Couldn't you just lock the door after it's over and analyze it to your heart's content? Was there really a need to create such a large-scale operation in his own home?

But no one cared about the homeowner's feelings, nor did anyone express any objections to Professor Hu's "unnecessary" actions. After the initial disbelief and hysterical excitement, everyone in the room brought out their greatest enthusiasm and immersed themselves selflessly into this "great cause."

People involved in different industries had different focuses when it came to their interest in things. Li Siming's perspective on Spirit Live Streaming couldn't reach the depth of these people's.

He only saw a very superficial layer, even though he was astonished and shocked, he had no other thoughts and failed to realize the brilliant possibilities that the live broadcast held. He didn't know the impact it could have on modern science and contemporary civilization once its secrets were deciphered.

He was even less aware that such a possibility, even if only one in ten thousand, was enough for the entire nation to go all out!

If the news leaked and its influence spread, if its credibility were finally confirmed, all of human society, including every nation, every group, and every force, would chase after it without hesitation.

No one could resist the infinite possibilities and immense benefits contained within, no one!

"The host is arguing with Liu Fu, that old eunuch..."

"We can't see the host's mouth, we can only read the old eunuch's words..."

"Quick, translate, translate..."

"The old eunuch is saying: No, you cannot go... He suspects the host is requesting to attend this court banquet!"

"Damn it, damn it, analyze this, why is he refusing, why would he refuse!" Professor Hu's voice was so urgent it became hoarse, and his old face turned red, his eyes glued to the screen.

"It's hard to understand based on such little information, especially when..."

"There's a change again, more people have come..."

On the live broadcast, a few palace maids arrived. They didn't have the pomp and arrogance of the previous messengers; they merely had a brief conversation with the old eunuch and then hurried him away.

Now only Li Xu was left in the room, and someone exclaimed, "Attention, everyone, the host might interact with us!"

Sure enough, Li Xu looked left and right, then darted into a side chamber like a thief. The live broadcast interface continually followed him, and thus, the host from the fantasy world had a rare opportunity for some alone time with the audience in the real world.

"He's writing, he's starting to write..."

The outburst was as if they had seen a ghost, sharp and piercing, frantic and tinged with an inexplicable panic. Suddenly, the room exploded into chaos...

"Ask him right away, who he is, his real identity in the real world…"

"Ask him what on earth all this is about, why the TV show turned into a real world, where this world is, how to find it, how to get there…"

"He smiled, he smiled at me, God, I can hardly believe my eyes, am I dreaming, am I dreaming…"

"......"

"Everyone shut up, just shut up, he's writing something, look at what he's writing…"

Li Siming was just as excited and just as anxious, but he had gone through this once before, so he wasn't as exaggerated as the others. He promptly noticed Professor Hu's teetering state and quickly steadied him. While patting his chest, he grabbed the medicine he had prepared in advance and poured it down Professor Hu's throat.

"Cough cough…"

Professor Hu coughed violently, gritting his teeth in struggle, his arms flapping in the air wildly as if seizing, as if there was an enemy in the air, making him anxious, making him despise!

Li Siming, blessed with luck, used all his strength to yell, "Everyone TMD shut up! Otherwise, get the hell out, out!"

The chaos came to an end with this roar. Professor Hu's wildly flapping arms froze as the chaos ceased, followed by two heavy breaths. Somehow, the old man found the strength to shake off Li Siming's support and exclaimed, "He, he, what did he just write?"

An essential moment was missed during the live stream; Li Xu had already left that chamber, chasing after the old eunuch.

In the room, everyone was gasping for air, looking at each other...

Professor Hu couldn't believe it; he seemed on the verge of not being able to catch his breath...

"I, I have it here!"

Thank God, it was the lip reading professional who, perhaps unwittingly, just saved Professor Hu's life at that moment.

A piece of paper was passed to Professor Hu, with Li Siming standing next to him, craning his neck to see the few lines of scrawled handwriting:

"Hello everyone, I am your host, October."

"This is the second episode of our show, it's still early, and I know many of you are still doubting. No worries, I will give you a few important explanations right now."

"Regarding the world I currently inhabit, what is it, where does it come from?"

Reading this far, Li Siming realized his eyes were blurring. He blinked hard, only to see Professor Hu's hand trembling intensely...

"Correct, it evolved from a TV drama. Because the TV drama deeply resonated with people and was widely influential, it left a profound impression in the minds of many, many people. It is the impressions and imaginations of such individuals that form the basis of the existence of this world!"

"Yes, it is formed by the collected wills of countless beings, existing in a place that you are not yet able to touch or reach."

"Now I am about to prove that all of this is true!"

"Consort Hua and a bunch of quasi 'protagonists' are about to make their entrance!"

"Are you excited? Haha. Alright, this journey is somewhat dangerous, so I must hurry. Everyone, we'll chat next time."

The piece of paper was quickly snatched away, and the message on it spread rapidly among a crowd of seemingly crazy people. Li Siming sat down dazed, staring at the 'pandemonium' in his own home, seriously wondering if he was still part of this world.