William Thompson, Phoenix.

You can call him Phoenix, Peak Emperor, or Brother William.

He was once the master of online romance, once the champion of literary duels.

He was once the "invincible" top laner in the eyes of millions of girls, and also the "Canyon Pianist" who could flame five times a second in the League of Legends game.

Playing safe is fangsi, but tower diving is true restraint.

This is the twisted legend of a professional scapegoat who, after experiencing dramatic ups and downs and retirement, competes "civilly" and plays "with class" under the guidance of the Positive Energy System.

Step by step, he becomes a streamer who can sing, dance, and rap—a four-in-one (point slave) anchor—and makes his way back to the professional stage.

Like a demon lord descending from the heavens, truly a scourge upon the mortal world.

It all starts from being a streamer!

Chapter 1: The Positive Energy System!

"Net admin, open a computer, and give me a bottle of Nutritional Express."

Hearing the voice, a greasy-haired young man popped up from behind the bar, a cigarette dangling unlit from his mouth, with two heavy dark circles under his eyes, surrounded by a faint bluish hue.

"Yo, Brother William, here to stream again?"

Seeing who it was, the young man quickly broke into a smile, chuckling as he reminded, "The inner room, there aren't many people there, it's quiet."

The man at the bar nodded, swiped his card, picked up the Nutritional Express, and turned to head inside.

"Brother William, good luck! I'll send you some fish balls later," the young man at the bar called out with a laugh.

"Thanks." The man didn't look back, just raised his hand and waved casually behind him.

......

It was Friday afternoon, and business at the internet café was still pretty good. Most of the people outside were students from the nearby university town coming to play together, so the environment was inevitably a bit noisy.

Finding an empty spot in the corner of the inner room where no one was around, William Thompson pulled out a chair and sat down.

Using the faint reflection from the computer screen, he adjusted his hairstyle while facing the monitor, the corners of his mouth gradually curving into a satisfied smile.

"Damn, I'm so handsome. No exaggeration, the most handsome in Jianghai."

He turned on the computer, skillfully launched the streaming software, and then logged into his account on the Shark platform through the web.

That's right, William Thompson is a streamer.

A League of Legends streamer in the gaming section of the Shark platform, usually with just over ten thousand viewers—a small streamer who could quit at any time.

Actually, William Thompson once had millions of viewers—not because of rich fans sending gifts, but real millions in popularity, with so many comments flying by that you couldn't even count them.

Unfortunately, most of these viewers were trolls, and the comments were all insults and mockery.

When the glory fades,

All of it naturally disappears like smoke.

......

He opened the streaming backend and started the stream.

Soon, some followers who received push notifications from the Shark app started pouring in, and the previously empty chat began to fill with sporadic comments.

"Yo! The internet café streamer is here! You're early today."

"Brother William, you finally showed up. I skipped lunch just to watch your plays while I eat."

"Brother William, are you still Diamond I today?"

"Nonsense, do you think being a Diamond I gatekeeper is a joke?"

"Brother William went AFK and flamed his teammates yesterday, five flames per second, literary duel champion, blew my mind."

"Nice one, Brother William! Our 'Peak Army' won't take this crap, worst case we drop back to Diamond II!"

"By the way, I heard the Canyon Peak international server is open now. Did you get an invite, Brother William?"

"......"

"Invite your mom, how does this dog still have the face to stream? Retired and not going home to farm pigs?"

"Shark will sign anyone, huh? As long as you stream, I'll flame you all day."

"Oh snap! The dog fans are at it again. Brother William owes you a trophy, flame away!"

"......"

The chat scrolled by line after line, most of it playful banter, but of course, there was no shortage of malice and even personal attacks.

In the faint reflection of the screen, William Thompson's face showed no extra expression.

If you want to be a streamer, you have to be ready to get flamed. There's no such thing as an easy meal.

In the era of big streaming, all kinds of people are online, and you can't see anyone's true intentions through a screen and the internet.

William Thompson was naturally calm about this, not even a ripple in his heart, and even logged into NetEase Cloud to look for songs.

Besides, when it comes to "dirt," after so many years as a pro, William Thompson really does have quite a bit, so these trolls aren't exactly making things up.

He clicked on the recently popular "Bad Guy," hummed along, and opened the League of Legends client. The familiar music quickly played.

Just as he was about to log in, he glanced at the chat and noticed someone spamming.

"Brother William, come quick! Er Shixiong Pigdog is replaying your 'highlight reel' from the S6 World Finals, haha, it's already got over a million viewers."

"Brother William, come quick! Er Shixiong Pigdog is..."