Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

YY! IG Team's exclusive live stream channel, number 90007.

However, the style of today's live stream was completely different from usual.

The comment section was like a depth charge had been thrown in; the screen was filled with question marks and exclamation marks, and the screen was scrolling so fast that it was impossible to see anything.

【Wait, this is a game with a score of 2300 or higher? How come it's no different from my game with a score of 1000 or higher?!】

[Nineteen to three, the blue team is completely dominating.]

[Holy crap, who is this mid laner named Emperor? Did he just farm Ruofeng like a cannon minion?]

[The Wind team got 40 CS down with their best cards? Am I seeing things...?]

[IG's twin stars... oh no, it's PDD and Ruofeng combined, but they're just a random nobody.]

[PDD shouted "Don't rush, don't rush, I can carry!" in the top lane, but ended up getting solo killed by Riven himself, hahaha.]

[To the person upstairs: he's a top-tier solo queue player in the Chinese server, and I heard he's currently aiming for number one. It's normal for him to have that skill level!]

[It's not just about vying for first place, it's already in first place, with 2600 points, leading the second-place Wind Team by more than 70 points.]

"I've ordered it, Ya'er, this Emperor is so cool and sophisticated."

In front of the camera, PDD, who hadn't yet mastered the later-era skills of creating entertaining content, blushed deeply. He ripped off his headphones, slammed them on the table, and muttered, "This Emperor is ridiculously strong. He got killed three times in five minutes in the mid lane. What's the point of playing like this?"

Viewers in the live stream all know who PDD is referring to.

In the past, if WE had said that, their fans would have organized a storm party and bombarded the live stream—it's common knowledge in the entire league that IG and WE are at odds.

However, today is an exception.

Even with PDD's shameless attitude, WE's fans remained obediently silent, not daring to utter a single word.

Have no idea.

What else can we do besides playing dead?

The star mid-laner of his own team is being treated like a bot, he's practically feeding the enemy team.

And this wasn't the first time—he'd run into Emperor in ranked games several times before, and without exception, he'd lost every single time, and the losses were pretty bad.

Jump in to engage now? That's just handing yourself a free kill.

The more you jump, the more people you lose.

[Haha, these two old foxes are passing the buck to each other, the comments are killing me with laughter]

[Where are Ruofeng's fans? Come out and defend him! Didn't he used to say he was invincible in the mid lane?]

Is this Emperor cheating? He's the only one getting solo kills; he's been playing for so long and has never been solo killed himself.

[It's probably not a cheat. This person sometimes directs teammates in Chinese server ranked games; their strategy matches their skill level.]

[I'm speechless. I watched Ruofeng's first-person perspective, and he was completely suppressed and couldn't even leave the tower the entire time.]

This is the real "Mid-lane God of Death"! Ruofeng's title should be handed over.

Stop exaggerating. What if they're just in good form?

[You think you can solo kill Ruofeng three times in a row when you're in good form? Try being in good form once and see what happens.]

What's most terrifying is that this person isn't just good at one position; they can play support, top, jungle, and AD.

[Such a strong player, why isn't he playing professionally? I feel like IG or WE could consider signing him.]

[Please, Emperor, start a live stream! I want to send you gifts!]

[+1, some freaks with scores in the 2000s on Duowan Box are all streaming, while the real pros are keeping their achievements hidden.]

……

the other side.

The office of the game live streaming project team is located on the 17th floor of the YY Inc. office building.

Gu Feng, the person in charge of the platform's game live streaming project, was leaning back on the sofa in the reception area with his eyes closed.

His assistant stood ramrod straight, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"Emperor... still haven't been contacted?" Gu Feng's voice wasn't loud, but to the assistant at this moment, it felt like his heart had been gripped.

"No," the assistant reported truthfully, forcing a smile. "Whether we proactively added them as game friends or asked well-known streamers and professional players in the channel to send messages, they didn't respond at all."

He glanced furtively at his boss's expression and quickly added, "It's like... they're completely uninterested in the live stream."

"Heh...not interested in live streaming?"

"If they really weren't interested in live streaming, they wouldn't have been frantically climbing the ranks right around the time we launched the Rank Championship event."

"If I'm not mistaken, this person wants to accumulate the most traffic before taking over."

"Your analysis is correct."

"Analysis is useless. What I need now is to contact the person in charge and get him to sign up."

Gu Feng's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

With 2,600 points, ranking first in the national server and leading the second-place player by more than 70 points, this level of solo queue king would be a top-tier player capable of carrying the torch on any platform.

Especially after the platform launched its "Top of the List" campaign, if a competitor were to preemptively sign someone and benefit the competitor, the person in charge would likely have to write self-criticisms until next year.

Is that an exaggeration?

No, that's not an exaggeration at all.

In the first half of this year, when the Chinese version of LOL had just become popular, the high-ranking matches were dominated by a mix of professional players and solo queue pros, with no single, universally recognized "number one" player. Public opinion was divided among professional players like WE and IG, as well as skilled amateur players.

The Rank Championship was something they created on YY, intending to establish a unique and authoritative ranking list with official endorsement, officially certified as the "strongest," which would directly gather the scattered attention, admiration, and discussion of players onto one person.

Given the explosive growth of League of Legends, it's easy to imagine the amount of traffic a top-ranked player in the Chinese server could attract to the gaming section.

To put it more bluntly, the common player's need to "learn skills and watch pro players" is now being met with a demand that, in the absence of alternative channels, leads them to watch live streams on YY, thus further expanding their user base.

Unfortunately, before this year, the company's main business was still live streaming, which is singing and chatting. Game live streaming is a new sector, and the traffic is far from being something that can be squandered at will. There are many streamers, but there is a lack of a true leader.

It's as if this Emperor planned it all out, appearing at just the right moment. Don't you think he's considering making a name for himself further?

That's just fooling around.

"Yes, yes, yes... although I haven't been able to contact the Emperor."

"However—" the assistant suddenly changed the subject.

Gu Feng looked up at him, his face expressionless.

"But what?"

"I found out that Emperor previously took on boosting jobs at a certain online gaming studio and has a cooperative relationship with them. I'm thinking... I can try to contact them through the owner of that studio."

The office was silent for two seconds.

Gu Feng waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, then I'll contact him. I need to get in touch with the Emperor as soon as possible."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

"in addition--"

Gu Feng's voice came from behind.

The assistant paused, frozen in place.

"Next time you speak, don't gasp for breath."

"...Yes, yes, yes!"

The assistant responded readily and disappeared down the corridor in a flash.