This is tough—winning nine consecutive championships, in DOTA that would be called a godlike killing spree, just one kill away from going beyond godlike. If a level-one Olivia just respawned at the fountain and ran out to solo, that would be the legendary “delivering beyond godlike from a thousand miles away.” A small gesture, but full of meaning... Am I supposed to have Olivia go silent for a year or two like in her previous life, grinding in the jungle to level up? Where would that leave my dignity as a transmigrator?

Anyway, Girls’ Generation was famous enough in their last life, so should I try to suppress them this time around? Just as this malicious thought surfaced, for some reason, the exhausted figure of Ashley Carter getting out of the car inexplicably appeared in my mind, followed by a surge of complicated, indescribable emotions. Brian Bennett leaned against the wall, feeling a bit irritable and restless.

Was it not her who was captured on the Han River Bridge, but me? Brian Bennett let out a long sigh. It seems that all those years of chasing in my previous life have left an indelible mark. Forget it, let’s just avoid it... After the consecutive wins of “GEE,” whose turn was it? I can’t remember.

Just as Brian Bennett was lost in these frustrating thoughts, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and pinched Brian Bennett’s frowning cheek with perfect accuracy.

“Aiya! Who goes there!” Brian Bennett turned around, clutching his face, and his angry expression instantly turned fawning: “Oh, oh, dear mother, you’re getting more and more beautiful.”

The sneak attacker was none other than Brian Bennett’s mother, the current matriarch of the An family, Megan Thompson.

“Brian, is it that after winning an Oscar, you don’t even see your mother anymore?” Megan Thompson gave her son a sidelong glance, looking deeply hurt: “You disappear after dinner, out all night who knows where, finally come home and don’t even greet your mother, just hide in your big brother’s room all morning! Your big brother is half a eunuch, are you two trying to get together or something?”

Brian Bennett looked conflicted, and then Brandon Bennett’s exasperated voice came from behind: “Hey! What kind of mother calls her son half a eunuch! You must have picked me up off the street, right? Right?!”

Brian Bennett whispered, “Mom, don’t hit the face, big brother’s face is already swollen...”

Megan Thompson pushed Brian Bennett’s face aside, put one hand on her hip, and pointed at Brandon Bennett: “If you had the ability to have a kid or two, would I call you half a eunuch? You think showing off a little affection with your wife can hide the fact that you can’t even get it up? How many specialists have you secretly seen—you think I don’t know?”

Brandon Bennett spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning red as he was left speechless.

Brian Bennett was expressionless. Forget two lifetimes—even if he had twenty, he probably would never meet such an outrageous mother...

“And you!” She pointed at Brian Bennett: “You’ve been with so many celebrities, was it all just with your fingers? Are you even capable?”

“...” Brian Bennett was at a loss for words.

With a grand wave of her hand, Megan Thompson declared: “I don’t care what you two brothers are up to. Within a year—one year!—each of you must bring me at least one woman pregnant with your bastard child! Otherwise, I’ll cut them off myself and shove them up your ass!”

The two brothers exchanged a glance, each giving the other a “good luck, you’ll need it” look, then ran for their lives.

……

Brian Bennett returned to the hotel room he shared with Sophie Carter, and it was already close to noon. Sophie Carter was still lounging in bed, fiddling with her laptop, smiling to herself like a little white flower.

“So free today? No work?” Brian Bennett sat on the edge of the bed and pinched her nose. “What are you looking at that’s making you so happy?”

“I was supposed to have a photoshoot, but I turned it down. Didn’t feel like going...” Sophie Carter pouted, then suddenly smiled again. “You’re famous now, my young master.”

“Hm?” Brian Bennett leaned over to look at the screen. It was a gorgeous, elaborate homepage, with a sunny photo of Brian Bennett from an interview in the top left corner. “My photo? What’s this?... My Fans Club? When did I get something like this? Badges... the names are decent... 110,000 paid members?”

Brian Bennett jumped up in shock!

A newly established FC, and already 110,000 paid members, with the number still climbing! What does that even mean? Many top idols’ fan clubs don’t have that many members! But Brian Bennett hasn’t even shown his face to the Korean public—how did this happen?

Brian Bennett stared in disbelief as the member count kept shooting up, and asked in confusion, “What’s going on?”

“Last night, the Korean media reprinted the American exposé about your identity,” Sophie Carter said concisely.

“...” Brian Bennett said in disbelief, “That’s it? And in just one day, over a hundred thousand paid fans? Are Koreans all nuts?”

Sophie Carter stretched lazily. “Never underestimate how much Koreans idolize their own people who achieve global success. Rain said he was just a bit part in some Hollywood movie, and the media hyped it up for ages, acting like Rain had already become a world star. But you... Grammy Song of the Year winner, Oscar Best Original Screenplay winner—do you even realize what that means?”

Hearing this, Brian Bennett’s first reaction was to the name Rain... Sophie Carter is supposed to date Rain a few years from now... Only then did he react: “Just how insecure are Koreans?”