A tremor rippled through his heart.
The gacha panel popped up in front of him, showing one minute remaining. Below that, the number of participants was skyrocketing at an exponential rate—within seconds, it had already broken five digits.
Chi Zhan had never been particularly lucky with draws. He didn’t expect to win, either. He clicked in just for fun, then closed the interface without much thought. Instead, his gaze drifted back to those hands on screen.
…Why did this feel kind of perverted?
But no one could see him anyway, so he let himself go and started taking screenshots like crazy.
After Seven finished speaking, he fell silent again. Just then, a soft meow came from the side.
“Meow~”
A black-and-white tail, plush and fluffy, appeared on screen and bumped the camera, knocking it askew. The moment the camera tilted, Seven appeared in frame—
His eyes were like bottomless, undisturbed pools. The instant their gazes met through the screen, it felt like being sucked into his depths. A tiny tear mole at the corner of his eye stood out starkly under the camera’s lens.
He looked like a god who had accidentally brushed against the mortal world—just one glance, and you’d never forget him.
If Seven wasn’t a romance target, Chi Zhan would eat his keyboard.
In this world overflowing with NPCs, anyone with visuals that good had to be a capture target.
Slender, well-defined hands righted the camera. A black-and-white cat entered the frame, curled up on the keyboard, purring contentedly as its owner gently stroked its fur.
“Quit it,” Seven said—though his voice sounded noticeably softer now.
At that moment, who knew how many people wished they could be that lucky little cat?
Chi Zhan… well…
Forget it. Let the players enjoy that perk.
Still, ever since realizing Seven was a romance target, Chi Zhan couldn’t shake a faint, sour ache in his chest.
He thought again of Zhou Yanxing—and what was bound to happen in three days.
Lost in his tangled emotions, a notification suddenly popped up at the top of his screen. He accidentally hit the bullet comments switch while trying to dismiss it.
[The cat’s so cute, I want to squish it too~]
[I want to play games with God Qi! Please let me win!]
[I want the cat and the game! Ten seconds left!]
[Ahhh why are there so many people in the draw?! Dammit, God Qi only does this once every century, I have to win! Draw your swords, rivals!]
[I gotta see who gets picked!]
Whoever it was, it certainly wouldn’t be him.
Chi Zhan stared at the cat onscreen, heart itching. He suddenly felt a little tempted to get a pet himself…
But he wasn’t sure he could handle it. He barely managed to take care of himself.
When Seven wasn’t gaming, he kept petting the cat—scratching its head, rubbing its chin, clearly enjoying himself. Fans were spamming how adorable it was.
[It’s time! The moment of truth! …Damn it, not me!]
[Same!]
[Not me +10086!]
[Who is it?! I hate them already! sobs]
While the chat was wailing in despair, Seven kept happily stroking his cat, apparently in no rush to announce the result. Bullet comments flooded with “Who is it?!” but no answer came.
Chi Zhan opened his insulated food container, took out some chicken soup, and sipped.
Then Seven spoke, calm as ever.
“Congratulations to the user with ID ‘CHI.’ Please contact me within five minutes. If you’re not available, you can reply with ‘0.’”
[The hell?! Who the hell is ‘CHI’? Why haven’t they flung themselves into God Qi’s arms already?! I’ll go instead!]
[Wait, isn’t that the same guy who dumped a ton of money to hit first place on the rankings earlier? So money does buy happiness—I’m crying!]
[Ughhh I’m so jealous! Rich and lucky? I want that life too!!]
Chi Zhan froze, stunned.
No way… he won?
…This made no sense.
***
After the stream ended, the draw results didn’t pop up automatically—it just said the event had ended. You had to check the panel manually.
Chi Zhan opened the draw result screen, and there it was, plain as day:
[Congratulations, you’ve won! Please DM the streamer with your in-game ID to claim your prize~]
If his guess was right, the player was supposed to win, not an NPC. So why him?
Then it hit him. He fished out his monthly VIP subscription card, and sure enough—one of the rules buried at the bottom mentioned that the win rate increased.
“……”
So it was the power of money.
If not for accidentally triggering a side quest and receiving a gacha box, he wouldn’t have even had the chance to enter the draw—much less win. The logic checked out.
Chi Zhan opened the streamer’s DMs, hesitated for a long time.
Technically, this opportunity should’ve gone to a player. But… he really wanted to play a game with Seven, just once…
Torn between thoughts, the previously empty chat box suddenly lit up.
WT-Seven: Game ID?
***
In the WT training room, a few team members were grabbing a late-night snack when someone got a message.
“Qi-ge just asked who’s free to log on… and play with a fan?” Chen Che read the message aloud, stunned. “Am I seeing this right?”
“Let me see. He’s probably still livestreaming at home,” Wen An said, equally baffled. He set down his instant noodles and pulled out his phone. After opening the livestream app, Chen Che immediately crowded over and exclaimed, “Damn! That rich guy ‘CHI’ dumped more cash on Qi-ge again?! Why don’t I have fans like that?!”
“Qi-ge having fans like that is pretty normal,” Wen An replied coolly. “You want to go, or should I?”
“Let’s both go!” Chen Che said excitedly. “I wanna talk to him too. If ‘CHI’ watched my stream, that’d be awesome—I’m not bad either!”
“……”
The two of them logged in, joined the party, and turned on team voice. They matched with a random player, but both CHI and Seven stayed silent the entire time—clearly the quiet, patient types.
Chen Che decided to stir things up and chuckled, “Qi-ge, weren’t you gonna entertain your little fan? Why so quiet?”
