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“I’m still processing, but I’m not walking away. You’re both important to me. We’ll get through this as family.” A small warmth bloomed in my chest. Ryan’s trying. Despite the hurt I caused him, he’s still here. Maybe there’s hope for healing after all. Grandma hung up her call. “The injunction is granted on major platforms. But copies are spreading on smaller sites. We need to prepare a statement for tomorrow.” Before we could respond, my phone vibrated with a new alert. The unknown number again. I read it aloud, voice shaking. “The live stream feed is ready. Test run starts in thirty minutes. Pay now or the whole world hears your confessions in real time.”

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

"What are you watching? Quit watching! Don't you have any impressive skill? You're all programmers. Didn't you contemplate why this live transmission room wasn't obstructed?" "Believe it or not. Why?" "The police more likely than not gotten dependent on it and neglected to obstruct it, right?" Once more, judy fell quiet, contemplating whether she had entered some unacceptable conversation bunch. Were these super programmers? She was unable to accept they weren't generally so brilliant as she had accepted. "The Death Inquisitor is a super programmer. I attempted to hack his livestream room, however I fizzled. For what reason don't we as a whole hack his livestream room together and figure out

"Claire is a contracted artist under our company. All livestream interactions and fan-reward activities comply with platform regulations and industry standards. On what grounds do you call this fraud?" Simon's eyes were red as he raised his voice and shouted at my uncle. "You lured me in! You said I was supporting her dream! You said there'd be a chance to meet her!" Spittle flew as he raged, "You were just selling me empty promises to take my money!" My uncle smiled faintly and gestured to the side. The company lawyer immediately stepped forward with a tablet and presented a series of documents to the two officers. They were Starlight Media's business license, Claire's formal management con

All that came out was a broken rasp. The last trace of hesitation in Xenia's eyes disappeared when she heard Aaron's expert conclusion. They were replaced with disgust. She kicked my hand away from her leg. "Don't touch me!" The force sent me rolling across the floor until I slammed into the wall. I hit the concrete with a dull thud. Another wave of pain crashed over me. "Make the announcement. Suspect Caleb Lawson will undergo a 24-hour compulsory detox live-stream," Xenia said, her voice echoing through the room. "The world needs to see how drugs can turn a once-glamorous man into something less than human."

"Are you out of your mind? Your ex-wife's life is on the line in isolation, and you're live-streaming for tips?" I looked at him coolly. "What's it to you? That's my ex-wife, not yours. Why are you getting so worked up?" I glanced at him, picked up my phone, and went back to scrolling, casually checking the tips coming in from viewers. "She's in trouble! Dr. Scarver's blood oxygen just dropped! Her vital signs are failing rapidly! If we don't intervene, she won't last half an hour! Dr. Dahmer, are you really going to just watch her die?" Lionel shouted in terror.

I said as I nodded my head slightly to show respect. “Why is there an Omega sitting at a table with an Elite Warrior, and a Royal Guard member?” Elder Henry asked with a look of pure disgust. “That doesn’t concern you.” I replied with a shit-eating grin on my face. “Beta Kevin we are still live streaming?” “Yes, Luna. We are and currently there are 4912 active viewers.” “Thank you, please let me know if the number starts receding.” “Will do Luna.” “Back to our discussion Elder George. Are you saying the handbook is wrong?”

"You have done so much for the country, yet she would hurt you and your family. We were truly angry, so we bought some flowers to pay respects to your mother." "Our condolences." I looked at their kind and shy faces. With reddened eyes, I bowed to them in appreciation. "Thank you all for supporting me." After so much harm and betrayal, there was still so much kindness and goodness left in this world. "Many of us are rooting for you!" "The evil people will deserve their punishment." Sure enough, when the court session for Nora and Henry's charges of intentional injury, false litigation, and others was held, many people who saw the livestream came voluntarily to attend.

When Bernard Talbot, the zoo director, finally tracked me down, I was focused on holding up my phone and live-streaming. The comments on the screen were scrolling past at lightning speed. "Holy shit! A livestream of someone falling into the tiger enclosure? Dude, you're a legend!" "How did that kid fall in? Poor thing!" "Why is he just filming instead of helping? Where's the rescue team?" "Keep it steady, man! Sending you a galaxy right now! This exclusive angle is insane!"

But I sat because my knees threatened to go. The camera on the TV shimmered, auto-focusing. A live-streaming courtroom unfolded; or rather, a sleek, staged imitation of one. Neutral gray walls, the tribunal crest behind a high bench, three officials in well-cut suits, and expressionless faces. In the center, just slightly elevated above the others, sat Inquisitor Vaelen Crowe. Of course. He smiled like someone had just gifted him a new knife. “Alpha Daire Nightmoor,” he said. “Elowen—” He flicked his gaze to the file in front of him. “Nightmoor, for the moment. Thank you for joining us so promptly.”