Live Streaming Novels & Stories

Their faces were filled with curiosity, disgust, and excitement. Countless phones and cameras were pointed at me. They livestreamed everything, 24 hours a day.

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

I was sobbing. He held up his phone, looking a little sheepish. "I've been livestreaming." I whipped my head around. On his screen, the viewer count was climbing past a million. My vision went black, and I nearly fainted on the spot.

"Alright, get ready to start the live stream. Once the machine is ready, we'll begin right away." "No problem!" the three of them said in unison, clearly excited. Half an hour later, Miller Jewels' official Twitter account posted the announcement about the live stream and attached a link to it. The netizens, who'd been waiting for Yvonne's live stream, clicked on the link and quickly joined the live stream. The number of viewers spiked rapidly. However, as soon as they joined it, all they saw was a machine and some huge rocks on the grass.