One Piece: Livestream

Ingrid typed out a message and sent it. She saw the host’s face on the computer turn black in an instant, and a triumphant smile of success appeared on her beautiful face. 

“I didn’t expect that when I woke up early and felt bored, I clicked on a crappy ad and ended up encountering the One Piece live broadcast that I hate the most. What a fate, host; I’m so sorry.

As an amateur yet extremely popular anchor, she had seen live broadcasts with all kinds of weird gimmicks. She had witnessed too many broadcasts that used time travel as a gimmick, constructing elaborate backgrounds. She had always ignored these anchors who lacked outstanding talents and merely wanted to spend some money to become famous.

However, there was one exception to the “time travel” live broadcasts: those that took viewers to the world of One Piece. She was merciless when striking back at this kind of dark pirate theme, playing until the anchor voluntarily exited.

“Ingrid, what’s making you laugh so happily this morning? Did another rich man reward you with a super crown?” Hannah stood up from her pure white body, resembling Snow White walking out of a snowy world. She approached Ingrid, who wore azure blue, and gently hugged her from behind. This peerless beauty could have become famous for her looks but insisted on relying on her voice to gain popularity.

“I haven’t put on any makeup, and I haven’t started the live broadcast, so where did the rich people give me rewards?” Ingrid stretched out her hand and gently pinched Hannah’s fair and tender face, responding with a smile. “By the way, you received more than a dozen super crowns during your cookie-eating live broadcast last night. Are you going to give me a gift?”

Hannah closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of Ingrid’s fingers. “Ingrid, your stunning beauty is enough to drive the world crazy. It’s easy for you to become the most popular beauty anchor. Just sit in front of the computer and do nothing. As long as you start the live broadcast, countless rich people will line up to give you rewards. Why do you have to put on makeup to make yourself look worse before singing?”

“Just like that baby, when she’s in a good mood, she broadcasts herself eating, and when she’s in a bad mood, she broadcasts herself sleeping. Wouldn’t the rewards soar? Although her fan base is a little smaller than yours, it’s still enough to make countless anchors jealous and envious.” Hannah smiled lightly, moving her fingers to directly touch the sensitive area that drove countless men crazy.

“Hm!” Ingrid hummed softly, her face flushing. Although she wanted to play something inappropriate for children, she couldn’t abandon the live broadcast she was halfway through. She reached out and took Hannah’s hand away, saying, “Be good; there’s a fun live broadcast here, and it’s just starting. Don’t disturb me.”

“What live broadcast?” Hannah immediately became interested and opened her eyes to look at Ingrid’s custom-made computer. “One Piece world live broadcast? This anchor doesn’t look stupid, but his IQ isn’t high. With that much money spent on gimmicks, he might as well gather a bunch of fake fans. It would definitely be more interesting than these dozen real fans. Even if he genuinely wants to make a gimmick, he should dress up as Ace. What’s the point of playing a little marine?”

When Hannah saw Ren’s outfit, she couldn’t help but start complaining.

“Do you think everyone likes Ace as much as you do?” Ingrid chuckled. “On the day Ace died, she actually cried all day during the broadcast, causing all the posts about One Piece to fill with comments condemning him, saying ‘Red Dog Must Die.’ A good anime character turned out to be viewed as an unforgivable villain in the real world.”

“I really like Ace!” Hannah muttered, and then her expression changed. “No, this guy is live streaming as a little marine today, and he might cosplay as Ace tomorrow. I will never allow anyone to slander my Prince Ace. I will teach him a lesson and make him exit the live streaming industry.”

As she said this, she let go of Ingrid, jumped to her bed in two quick steps, and turned on the computer beside it. “Ingrid, send me the link to the live broadcast room.”

“I’m busy playing. If you interfere and beat the other party to death in a few minutes, turning off the live broadcast, who will make up for my boring time during the prime of my life?” Ingrid’s beautiful face showed an unhappy expression, but she moved the mouse and sent the link to the live broadcast room to Hannah.

“Don’t worry. If you want to drive someone crazy, you have to make them really lose it. Those who dare to broadcast time travel won’t be killed so easily,” Hannah responded, already formulating plans to make Ren go crazy and then make him crazier.

“If this live broadcast fails to last for 30 minutes, you have to compensate me with three super crowns. However, this anchor should be considered a local tycoon. He actually set up a live broadcast platform to open this room and even forced pop-up ads on us.” Thinking of the 50-cent ad that popped up in the lower right corner of the desktop, which read only ten words, “Welcome to the ‘One Piece’ live broadcast room,” Ingrid couldn’t help but complain, “Although that ad is the worst pop-up I have ever seen.”

Ren was stunned for a moment. Although he felt bitter, he had a plan for the next live broadcast. But just as he was about to speak, the number of viewers jumped by one, and then a barrage appeared:

"Brother, no matter whether they believe you have traveled through time or not, I believe it anyway. Seeing your kind face, it’s impossible for you to lie. Brother, please broadcast well; I will be your strong support."

Is there really someone who can tell that I’m different at a glance?

Ren instantly felt the power of comfort wash over him. Adjusting his voice, he began to broadcast in his mind: “Thank you for the affirmation, dear viewer. I won’t say much. Now, I will take you to see this town full of exotic customs. Regardless of whether it’s a time travel or not, at least you can appreciate a different scenery.”

As Ren spoke, he began to walk forward, using his mind to control the live broadcast screen to showcase some unique scenery and people.

“This town is called Shells Town. It’s where Luffy and Zoro first met, and it also houses the 153rd Marine Branch, where Axeman Monka is stationed. It’s also where the future Marine officer, Coby, joined the Navy…”

Ren spoke eloquently. Although the number of viewers was small, comments kept appearing during the live broadcast.

"Are you starting to prove that you really traveled through time? Broadcaster, there was another broadcaster who traveled through time to a fairyland and became Nezha. The South Heaven Gate looks much more imposing than your small town. He even created clairvoyance and super hearing, along with thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals. Although they were eventually found to be fake, he received tens of millions in rewards and gained tens of millions of fans. He is now a popular broadcaster. I sincerely advise you, if you really want to go this route, replace him with Luffy or Zoro and do the broadcast again."

"Master anchor, can you tell me how much it would cost to do a live show like this? I also want to do a live broadcast like this. I want to travel through time and space and tease Pan Jinlian live. Is this okay?"

"These architectural styles are so unique that they are impossible to appear in reality. If you don’t believe that the anchor has traveled through time, then you are just jealous, envious, and harboring dark thoughts."

"The person above is clearly a hired shill, right? But anchor, is your live broadcast still in the trial stage? The publicity is so low, and you only hired one shill. It’s impossible to defraud any reward at all."

Ingrid looked at the live broadcast interface, smiled lightly, and typed out a few words with a few clicks—