Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 68 : Hero Among Money Throwers

Xifeng shook her head, forcing herself to drive those pessimistic thoughts from her mind, thinking it was probably just physical discomfort caused by the hangover. Maybe she'd feel better after sleeping it off.

Comforting herself thus, she browsed through other system data just to pass time.

"[Affection]:

Affection Level: 79

Xifeng now views Bei Yaoyue as someone above a friend."

Not only hadn't it decreased, but it had actually increased?

Xifeng was somewhat speechless. Was this Lillian's tsundere nature rooted deep in her consciousness acting up?

Thinking it over, she felt this was the only possibility.

While conscious thoughts could be forcibly resisted through willpower, this kind of subconscious influence was beyond anyone's control.

"What sin did I commit..." Xifeng wanted to cry but had no tears. She really wanted to pin Lillian down and ravage her thoroughly, listening to her moan and beg for mercy beneath her...

Although there were some elements of getting what she deserved, undoubtedly Lillian was the real culprit behind all this. After all, it was Lillian who had forcibly misinterpreted the meaning of her wish and executed it incorrectly.

If Xifeng could have a chance to return to that moment, she would rather give up this wish than make such a suicidal request again.

At this moment, she remembered that she hadn't used the gacha ticket she'd obtained after Bei Yaoyue forcibly completed the task today.

But speaking of which, Xifeng had been so angry she was shaking at the time and hadn't paid attention to details. Now thinking back, she couldn't help but wonder why Bei Yaoyue had been able to complete the task so perfectly right on time.

Could Bei Yaoyue have seen the task in the system?

No, impossible.

Xifeng quickly dismissed this guess in her mind. Not to mention that she was quite confident in the difficulty of her lock screen password—she was certain no one would try using such a disgusting password to unlock the screen. Even if, hypothetically, Bei Yaoyue had really discovered this system, how could she possibly voluntarily give up the chance to control the system and honestly return the phone to her?

It seemed it could only be a coincidence.

She didn't think about it further and switched to the gacha interface, using that legendary gacha ticket.

"[Fragment of Gungnir]

Grade: Legendary

Description: A fragment of Gungnir, the eternal spear weapon of Odin, the Chief God in Norse mythology, containing part of the eternal spear's divine power.

Effect: Holding the Fragment of Gungnir and making an oath will make that oath unbreakable for all eternity. Those who forcibly violate it will suffer eternal torment. Remaining uses: 2."

The Eternal Spear, also called Gungnir—Xifeng had heard of it. When Odin threw this spear, it would emit extremely dazzling light, like a meteor streaking across the sky. This gave rise to the legend that wishes made to the Eternal Spear would come true and oaths made to it could not be broken.

The fragment Xifeng had drawn contained the divine power of "oath," not "wish," which made her feel somewhat regretful. If she had drawn a fragment containing the power of "wish," maybe she could have changed back to her former self.

But thinking about it, she knew this was impossible. She had signed a contract with Lillian, paying the price of selling her soul to gain one chance at a wish. How could the auxiliary system created by Lillian under this wish possibly have the same ability to grant a wish?

Suddenly, an even more intense headache struck, making Xifeng unable to suppress a painful moan as her consciousness instantly became even more scattered.

Forcing herself to endure was truly torture. Xifeng forced herself to empty her thoughts and try to fall asleep.

But she had slept from noon until this time, with no sleepiness left, and suffering from multiple torments—how could she possibly fall asleep peacefully again?

The night was still long. This night was destined to be sleepless.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Bei Yaoyue sat cross-legged in front of her computer, her right hand holding a pen dancing on the graphics tablet resting on her knee, like a great calligrapher writing with flourishing strokes on rice paper.

But perhaps because she wasn't in the right state, her hand slipped, and the pen in her hand traced a twisted trajectory. A crooked black line appeared on the preview image on screen.

Breathing out dejectedly, Bei Yaoyue leaned forward and pressed Ctrl+Z on the keyboard. The mechanical keyboard's switches made pleasant crisp sounds as she pressed them.

Clearly she was just doing the same as usual—staying alone in her room drawing illustrations—but she always felt something was missing from her heart, with an indescribable sense of loss.

If there was any difference from usual, it was that there was one less person she cared about in the guest bedroom next door.

Bei Yaoyue stared blankly at the draft on screen, hesitated for a moment, then switched to QQ, opened her chat window with Xifeng, and typed "Are you asleep?" in the input box.

With her middle finger on Enter, Bei Yaoyue almost pressed it several times but pulled back each time. Finally, gritting her teeth, she held down backspace to delete it all.

Perhaps there was also some petulant feeling involved—she didn't want to contact Xifeng first, as it would seem like she had lost something.

But she couldn't erase that white figure from her mind no matter what, which made her feel extremely awkward.

After thinking for a moment, she opened Chrome browser and clicked on Xifeng's livestream from her bookmarks.

She remembered that 9 PM to 11 PM was Xifeng's streaming time. If she couldn't see her in person, secretly listening to her voice would be nice too.

But to her disappointment, Xifeng's stream wasn't live. Only some loyal fans were sending barrage comments like "Why is she skipping again?"

She opened Xifeng's profile page and was surprised to find that Xifeng's follower count had reached four digits. For a new streamer who had just started about a week ago, this was quite an outstanding achievement. She had been posting art on Bilibili for nearly three years and only had just over a million followers.

Switching back to QQ, she clicked on the only group her main account had joined—"Xiyue Teaches You About Modern Four Great Heavy Metal Industries."

This was Xifeng's fan group. There weren't many people yet, just over a hundred, but it happened to be during the time slot when Xifeng had skipped her stream, so quite a few people in the group were having heated discussions.

Xifeng had once suggested giving her an admin role, saying she was at least the top donor, but Bei Yaoyue had refused. She had always been uninterested in such things. She was too lazy to manage and didn't like chatting in groups. Even her own fan groups she always left to run themselves—less trouble.

Opening a can of cola, Bei Yaoyue watched the group members' conversations.

Group's Top DD: Does anyone know where Xiyue's streamer lives? I'm going to bomb her house.

[Your Group's Heavy Weapons]Human is Possible, At Least Should Try: Bro, calm down. If you bomb Xiyue to death, who will you follow? The air?

I Will Always Love Little Shigure: This skipping without even posting an announcement beforehand isn't very good, right?

Ogura Yui Is the World's Ruler: Indeed, suggest we stew her.

[Best Big Brother]Black Blowing Snow: Everyone has things going on at home. Let's show some understanding.

[Rich Lady]Nanamo Ul Namo: Actually skipping on me again without warning. I'm so angry. Tomorrow when she streams, I'll definitely donate 100,000 gold seeds to punish her.

Shenzhou Tablet: This can be called punishment? Please punish me multiple times, rich lady.

Cun Jin - Skull Opening: So this is what a top donor is like. I'm in love.

Slamming the half-finished cola onto the table, Bei Yaoyue frowned and switched back to Xifeng's stream, only to discover that the top donor was no longer her, but someone named Nanamo Ul Namo.

"Competing with me in spending money?" Feeling like her dignity had been challenged, Bei Yaoyue's lips curved into a cold smile.

Xifeng's top donor position could only be hers. She would never allow anyone else to occupy this position.

When it came to having money, she really wasn't afraid of anyone.

"Moon Has Dark Clouds Flowers Have Wind donated 50,000,000 gold seeds to the streamer."

Scan code, pay, donate—all in one smooth motion. A true hero among money throwers.

Fifty thousand RMB wasn't exactly a large amount for Bei Yaoyue, but it actually wasn't a negligible small amount either.

After all, all the money she used now was earned bit by bit with her own hands. While the Bei Yao family's assets were an astronomical figure, she had never touched a cent of it.

Fortunately, Bei Yaoyue had quite a reputation in the artist community, with many games commissioning her to draw character illustrations. The price for a commercial illustration wasn't as simple as three to five thousand.

For some 2D mobile games that made money from skins, drawing one skin illustration could net her a six-figure share.

Bei Yaoyue had even heard that for a mobile game called Honor of Kings, artists could get an eight-figure share for one skin illustration. She hoped to reach that level someday.

Soon, someone in the group noticed this.

[Your Group's Heavy Weapons]Human is Possible, At Least Should Try: @Nanamo Ul Namo Sister Nanamo, your top donor position got stolen.

[Rich Lady]Nanamo Ul Namo: What? Let me check.

Seeing this message, Bei Yaoyue snorted coldly and directly closed the chat window. Whatever they talked about afterward had nothing to do with her.

Picking up her graphics tablet, thinking about the several illustrations approaching their deadlines, Bei Yaoyue felt somewhat headachy.

Since meeting Xifeng, many originally unnecessary activities had been added to her daily life, resulting in much less time available for work than before.

Should she go check on Xifeng?

Tapping her chin with the pen, Bei Yaoyue was indecisive.

"...Forget it, let's focus on rushing these illustrations tonight."

(End of Volume 2)