novelraw Chapter 3 : The Burning Miracle
Chapter 3 : The Burning Miracle
Chapter 3: The Burning Miracle
Jiang City, the eastern district.
Unlike the dazzling brilliance of the downtown CBD, this was the edge of the old city, where large blocks of buildings waited for demolition, like scars forgotten by the city.
The abandoned Jinmao Tower had once been the landmark here.
Because of a fire years ago, followed by rumors of supernatural events, it had become a moderately famous “Haunted High-Rise” on the internet.
At this moment, the stifling summer night heat mixed with the decaying stench from the abandoned building, making the entire area seem even more eerie.
A tall figure wearing torn fishnet stockings and a studded leather jacket, with heavy smoky makeup, was walking through the ruins while holding a selfie stick.
“Family, do you see this? This is the legendary Jinmao Tower, Jiang City’s number one haunted building!”
“Nana has already entered the main hall of the tower, and it feels several degrees colder than outside. I’m getting goosebumps!”
Sun Na lowered her voice toward the phone camera, deliberately imbuing her tone with tension and excitement.
On her phone screen, comments were flying at high speed.
“Sister Na is badass! She dares explore a haunted tower alone!”
“Damn, this place looks creepy as hell. My mom wouldn’t even let me near it when I was a kid.”
“Protect our Nana, barrage shields up!”
“Don’t be stupid, front row. It’s a script. I bet the ghost is about to show up.”
“Who cares if it’s scripted? As long as it’s exciting! Brothers, send the gifts!”
Seeing the rapidly increasing stream of gifts, Sun Na’s lips curled in pride.
“Everyone look behind me. This was the main hall where the fire was the most severe back in the day. They say dozens of people couldn’t escape…”
While explaining, she shone a high-powered flashlight around. The beam swept across the cracked walls and charred pillars, creating the illusion of flickering shadows.
Under her careful orchestration, the stream’s popularity climbed steadily, soon breaking through the hundred-thousand viewer mark and hitting the platform’s trending list.
“Top supporter ‘Dragon City Overlord’ has entered the stream!”
A golden banner slid across the screen.
Sun Na’s eyes lit up, and she immediately switched to a syrupy smile. “Welcome, my Dragon Bro! Do you want to see something exciting today? Nana promises you’ll be satisfied!”
“Cut the nonsense. Give us some hardcore content!”
Behind “Dragon City Overlord’s” comment came a chain of “rocket” gifts worth thousands.
The atmosphere of the stream ignited instantly.
“Perfect!” Sun Na felt completely assured.
She said sweetly, “Don’t worry, Dragon Bro. Tonight’s content will definitely be hardcore!”
“Family, did you hear that? It sounded like footsteps!”
“Sister Na is going all out today. I *must* drag out the ‘ghost’ in this building for you!”
Sun Na certainly knew ghosts didn’t exist, but she had paid five hundred yuan to hire a “ghost,” who was currently hiding in a room ahead, ready to cooperate with her performance.
She made the agreed-upon hand signal toward her hidden accomplices, indicating for them to prepare to “appear.”
She took a deep breath, ready to scream and welcome the “ghostly figure,” pushing the stream to its climax—
When suddenly, that cold and majestic voice, like a divine decree, exploded in her mind!
【Welcome to ‘Game of Gods’】
【Matching player identity and faction】
【Identity match complete】
【Faction match complete】
【Player: Sun Na】
【Identity: Arsonist】
【Faction: Radiance】
【Flames are your servant, and also your crown】
……
Sun Na froze mid-movement, her expression turning rigid, her body motionless.
The voice was grand and imposing, as if arising from the deepest part of her soul, leaving no room for doubt.
The viewers, seeing Sun Na suddenly go still, immediately flooded the screen with comments.
“Sister Na? Did the stream lag?”
“Sister Na? What’s wrong? Don’t scare me!”
“No way… did she really run into a ghost?”
“Why do I feel like the atmosphere suddenly changed…”
Superboy, hiding in the room corner ahead, had been waiting for her second signal. Instead, he saw her suddenly freeze. Even he felt uneasy.
So he poked out half his head and whispered, “Sister Na? Is it my turn? Should I come out?”
Superboy’s voice snapped Sun Na out of her stupor.
As her mind finished rebooting, her thrill-seeking heart began pounding wildly.
Game of Gods?
Arsonist?
She had once been fired from a factory due to arson suspicion, becoming the target of scorn.
But she loved fire—she was obsessed with the destructive beauty of flames.
Her online username was “Fire Phoenix,” and a phoenix rising reborn from fire was tattooed on her arm!
Could this be fate?!
Because of fate, a god had chosen her!
This was a miracle!
Sun Na had always craved the spotlight, craved power, craved stepping on those who looked down on her.
And now, a being calling itself “God” had given her the chance!
A nearly manic light burst from Sun Na’s eyes. She decided to turn this “miracle” into the greatest stream of her life.
She looked into the camera with a seductive and frenzied smile.
“Family… just now… I think I heard God speaking.”
In a dreamlike voice, she spoke, and the stream’s comment section erupted.
“??? Sister Na is too deep into her role!”
“Damn, that acting—she should be winning Oscars!”
“God? What god? Sister Na, are you about to start a ritual?”
Superboy hidden in the dark was stunned, thinking: This wasn’t in the script!
Was Sister Na improvising?
“He said He is granting me… a miracle.”
Ignoring the teasing comments, Sun Na slowly extended her right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the camera.
“Next… don’t blink.”
Under the watch of over a hundred thousand viewers, Sun Na focused her mind and activated the ability she had just received.
A flicker of orange-red flame suddenly burst into existence in her pale palm—without warning!
No lighter, no fuel, just appearing out of thin air like a hologram.
After half a second of stunned silence, the stream exploded.
“Holy—!!!!”
“What is this?! Magic? The latest AR effect?!”
“Must be special effects, right? Is live-stream tech this advanced now?”
“Awesome! But this effect is too realistic! Even the flame’s flickering is perfect!”
“No! Look at her hand! There’s no device! This is real!”
“Gifts! Send gifts! Sister Na’s content is insane!”
The number of comments reached a terrifying peak, covering the entire screen.
“Dragon City Overlord” sent 10 Super Rockets!
“User8848” sent 5 Carnivals!
“Nana’s Guardian Knight” sent 20 Luxury Sports Cars!
Rockets, Carnivals, Super Battleships—expensive gifts flooded the screen like a waterfall.
Watching her revenue skyrocket and feeling the unprecedented attention, Sun Na basked in the adoration, intoxicated by being worshipped like a deity.
Her vanity was satisfied beyond measure, the pleasure so great she nearly moaned.
Meanwhile, Superboy’s confusion had long turned to shock, then to terror.
He covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.
From this distance, he could clearly feel the heat radiating from the flame—proof it wasn’t special effects.
This woman… she had really, truly ignited flame out of nothing!
She was a monster!
Superboy’s legs trembled uncontrollably, warmth spreading in his crotch.
Sun Na didn’t care about the trembling, urine-soaked boy in the corner.
She gazed at the flame in her palm. It behaved like a living thing, clinging gently to her skin without harming her.
Under its glow, the phoenix tattoo on her arm seemed alive, each feather trembling subtly, as if ready to spread its wings, adding an eerie beauty.
She lifted the flame to her face, then seductively licked her lips at the camera.
“Everyone… do you like it?”
Her voice trembled with excitement, her eyes burning with madness.
She wanted to show them something even more thrilling.
With a thought, the flame shot upward, turning into a fiery serpent that coiled around her arm before gathering at her fingertip into an otherworldly flaming lotus.
Then she picked up a bottle of mineral water and poured it over the flame.
The water streamed through the fire with a sharp “zzzz” sound, yet the flame burned steadily, not even flickering!
This sight completely shattered the viewers’ nerves.
“Water… water can’t extinguish it?!!”
“This isn’t magic! Not special effects! I swear on my physics teacher’s coffin, this isn’t scientific!”
“A miracle! This is a miracle!”
Sun Na looked into the camera, her gaze fervent and sincere. “I told you, this is a miracle!”
“This is true power!”
Flames were her servant—and her crown.
Feeling the fire’s joy, her own power, and the world’s attention, Sun Na felt like a queen.
“Hahaha… hahahahahaha!”
After pushing the stream to its peak, she willed the flame out. It vanished instantly without a trace.
“That’s all for today’s stream,”
She gave the camera a mysterious smile. “The story of God has only just begun.”
With that, she ended the stream decisively, then turned around, her gaze icy as it fell upon the trembling figure curled in the corner.
Superboy saw Sun Na approaching and nearly fainted, scrambling backward in panic.
“Stop.”
A-Qiang froze instantly. With a tearful face, he turned back and knelt. “Sister Na… no, fairy… goddess!”
“I didn’t see anything! I swear I won’t tell anyone! Please spare me!”
“What did you see?” Sun Na asked from above.
“Flame… no, no… nothing, I saw nothing…” A-Qiang stammered.
Sun Na chuckled lightly and extended a finger. A tiny flame danced at her fingertip like a demonic butterfly.
A-Qiang’s cries cut off abruptly, all color draining from his face.
“And now?” she asked.
“I… I…” A-Qiang couldn’t even speak.
Sun Na extinguished the flame, crouched down, and lifted his chin with her black-polished fingertip, forcing him to meet her eyes.
“Do you want to live?”
A-Qiang nodded frantically.
“Good.” She smiled in satisfaction. “Keep everything that happened today buried inside, understand?”
She paused, her voice turning cold. “But if you can’t keep your mouth shut—even one word to the person closest to you…”
She extended her finger again. A ball of fire swelled at her fingertip, radiating terrifying heat, curling A-Qiang’s eyebrows.
“...I’ll burn you—and everyone close to you—into ash.”
Faced with this direct threat of death, A-Qiang collapsed completely, knocking his head against the floor repeatedly as he swore he’d never say a word.
Sun Na looked at him with disgust.
“Get lost. And remember.”
A-Qiang fled like a pardoned criminal, scrambling away into the darkness.
Watching his pathetic retreat, Sun Na’s gaze was icy.
Now she needed to find an absolutely safe place to study this sudden game—and the intoxicating divine power.
And her stream had already set off a massive uproar online.
Most people firmly believed it was technology—a new AR effect or magic prop. Tech forums and magic associations were analyzing the video frame by frame.
But a very small number saw something unusual in the fervent, genuine madness in Sun Na’s eyes.