QHM Chapter 81 – Part 2

The argument in the thread escalated into a full-on war, dragging in more and more people. The thread’s visibility shot through the roof. And as new readers stumbled in, they were hit with a barrage of information—

“Wait, hold up. Prince Angel is back? And he changed his name? And he just pulled off some insane pro-level gameplay in a game instance? Wasn’t this guy supposed to be a total noob? And it’s just a small instance, right? What’s the big deal?”

Intrigued, they scrolled through the original discussion.

Curiosity piqued.

One by one, they made their way over to Yin’s stream.

History has a way of repeating itself.

And just like before, all of them ended up completely blown away—by the sheer brutality of Yin’s combat, by the utterly insane game mechanics of this instance.

Excited, they started spamming chat, flooding the comments section. The stream’s replay kept climbing in popularity—until it finally hit the #1 spot on the platform’s real-time ranking.

Meanwhile, the God of Chuuni’s fans finally realized what had happened.

They’d come to pick a fight.

They’d lost.

Their idol’s stream was ruined.

And Yin’s? Yin’s replay was now the hottest thing on the site.

The sheer injustice of it all nearly made them cry.

—

Inside a Car, at This Very Moment.

A man sat in the driver’s seat, earbuds in, eyes fixed on the phone in his hand.

Onscreen, an angelic figure tilted his head and murmured in mild surprise:

“They can respawn?”

His voice was smooth. Warm. Gentle.

Just as beautiful as he remembered.

The man’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

The car slowly pulled into the underground parking garage, gliding into its designated spot before coming to a stop.

The assistant in the driver’s seat turned around—only to realize that the man was still staring at his phone, completely absorbed. He hadn’t even noticed they’d arrived.

The assistant hesitated. “Yan-ge?”

No response.

“Yan-ge??”

This time, the man finally heard him.

He paused, then took out his earbuds and gave a small nod. His voice was low and steady as he said, “Go home and rest early. Be here by nine tomorrow morning.”

The assistant quickly replied, “Got it!”

As the man stepped out of the car and walked away, the assistant remained frozen for a moment, watching his retreating figure.

Was it just his imagination?

Because just now… Yan-ge seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.

—

Yan Shixiu entered the elevator, rode it up to his apartment, switched on the lights, changed his shoes, and then—

He sat down on the couch.

And replayed the livestream review.

For the third time.

It started from the very beginning.

A dark orphanage at night. A lone angel.

Yan Shixiu’s gaze deepened.

Yinyin.

He murmured the name silently in his heart.

Onscreen, the dean shouted from upstairs—”Prince Angel!”

The chat exploded with laughter. The angel, momentarily speechless.

Yan Shixiu’s lips curved slightly. He lifted his fingers.

Despite using this app for so long, this was the first time he ever sent a comment.

“Cute name.”

Moments later, the angel swiftly changed it to Yin.

Yan Shixiu’s smile widened. His gaze softened.

Then came the part where the angel annihilated the NPCs, and the chat went wild—

“So hardcore!”

“So violent!”

“Holy shit, terrifying!”

“The streamer is the real horror here!”

Yan Shixiu, still smiling, continued to type.

“So cute.”

“Yin is the cutest.”

“His voice is so nice.”

“Adorable.”

…

Until the replay finally ended.

Yan Shixiu lightly brushed his fingers against the angel on the screen, his eyes dark and unreadable.

It had been ten years since his memories awakened at eighteen.

He had waited in this world for so many years, and finally, his lover had arrived.

And this time, he had chosen to stand in the very center of the crowd from the very beginning.

Spending three years in the industry was his way of leaving behind a voice—so that the lover who clearly retained their memories would hear him the moment they arrived in this world and find him as quickly as possible.

Noticing the Horror Chain app had been a result of recognizing its familiar instances, sensing that it would become a bridge connecting him and his lover.

From the moment he turned eighteen, Yan Shixiu had been preparing for this reunion, not knowing when it would come.

And today, that moment had finally arrived.

So, Yinyin, have you noticed me yet?

Yan Shixiu asked softly in his heart.

He gazed at the angel on the screen for a long time, memories surfacing of the last moments in their previous world—the image of his lover holding his hand, tears streaming down his face.

Yan Shixiu didn’t know how his lover would react if he found out that in this world, Yan Shixiu had already remembered everything from their past lives since he was eighteen.

…But perhaps, he would feel even more guilt and sorrow than he did when their last world ended.

Yan Shixiu pressed his lips together.

He didn’t understand what these cycles of reincarnation meant, nor did he know the truth behind these worlds. But he could wait for the answers.

If his lover wanted him to remain unaware, then Yan Shixiu could pretend to know nothing at all.

As long as his lover was happy—as long as they could stay together—nothing else mattered.

Yinyin.

Yinyin.

Yan Shixiu gazed at the angel on the screen, his eyes filled with warmth. His fingers moved—

And cautiously, he sent a small gift.

Afterward, he forced himself to remain calm and waited.

—

Inside a university classroom, Xu Yin propped his chin up with one hand, half-listening to the lecture, when his phone suddenly buzzed twice.

He glanced at it—Horror Chain had sent a notification: “You have received a gift.”

Hm? A livestream tip or something?

Xu Yin raised a brow, intrigued. He tapped his screen and opened the app’s backend. Sure enough, there was a new donation record.

He assumed it was just a casual tip from a random viewer—until he took a closer look.

Xu Yin suddenly froze, his expression stunned.

“Congratulations! User ‘ly’ has gifted you an aircraft carrier!”

…An aircraft carrier?

Wait a minute—if Xu Yin remembered correctly, this particular gift was something that almost never appeared on the platform. In an entire year, not even a handful of fans would splurge on one, because its price was…

One million yuan.

One million…

018 was equally shocked. “Holy sht, where did this insane sugar daddy come from?!!”