28: The Internet Loses Its Mind-

Nene was seething.

Fine. Fine.

If she couldn't win against Alexander in real life, she'd take her rage somewhere she actually had control.

Somewhere she was undefeated.

Thirty Minutes Later – Live Stream Begins

The screen flickered on, revealing Nene in her usual "rage mode" setup—

Thin gaming glasses. Noise-canceling headphones. Hoodie slightly oversized.

Her chat immediately exploded.

[Chat:]

- OH SH*T SHE'S BACK ALREADY???

- TWO STREAMS IN ONE NIGHT???

- WE ARE BEING FED.

- SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S ABOUT TO DESTROY SOMETHING.

Nene cracked her knuckles, loading into a high-intensity, full-combat warzone game.

"Alright," she said, her voice calm but dangerous. "I'm in a bad mood again. Time to kill."

[Chat:]

- LET'S GOOOOOOO.

- SOMEONE IS ABOUT TO SUFFER.

- WE LOVE A VIOLENT QUEEN.

The match started.

And Nene?

She went feral.

Kill Feed:

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [ELIMINATION]

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [HEADSHOT]

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [MULTI-KILL]

[Chat:]

- JESUS.

- SHE DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE.

- I CAN HEAR THE OPPONENTS SCREAMING INTERNALLY.

Nene gritted her teeth, clicking with precision, clearing out entire squads before they even saw her coming.

She didn't just want to win.

She wanted to annihilate.

Her chat was loving it.

But then—

A new donation message popped up.

[DONATION FROM: A.ZHAO - $5000]

MESSAGE: "Kill them all, wife. I'll be watching."

Nene's hand slipped on her mouse.

Her entire chat ERUPTED.

[Chat:]

- EXCUSE ME.

- WHO THE F*CK IS A.ZHAO.

- HOLD ON. HOLD ON. HOLD ON.

- DID YOUR HUSBAND JUST DONATE TO YOUR RAGE STREAM.

- THIS MAN IS FUNDING THE VIOLENCE.

Nene froze.

Then, slowly, her eye twitched.

This man—THIS MAN—

He ruined her business deal. Took over her finances. Played power games.

And now he was tipping her for murder like she was an entertainment service?!

Nene exhaled sharply, muttering through clenched teeth—

"Oh, I'll kill something, alright."

And then?

She went even harder.

The moment A.Zhao's donation hit the screen, Nene's chat exploded.

[Chat:]

- A.ZHAO WHO???

- RICH HUSBAND JUST DROPPED A CASUAL 5K LIKE IT'S NOTHING.

- MA'AM. WHO DID YOU MARRY.

- THIS MAN SAID "I'LL BE WATCHING" LIKE A DAMN MOVIE VILLAIN.

- TELL US RIGHT NOW.

Nene ignored them.

Because if she acknowledged it, it would only get worse.

Instead, she did what she did best—

Killed everything in sight.

Kill Feed:

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [HEADSHOT]

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [ELIMINATION]

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [TEAM WIPE]

Her chat was losing it.

[Chat:]

- SHE'S NOT EVEN RESPONDING SHE'S JUST MURDERING.

- BRO SHE'S USING VIOLENCE AS A DISTRACTION.

- NO ONE SURVIVES TONIGHT.

- WHO NEEDS THERAPY WHEN YOU HAVE A GUN AND A GAME LOBBY.

Nene gritted her teeth, hyper-focused.

But then—

Another notification popped up.

[DONATION FROM: A.ZHAO - $10,000]

MESSAGE: "Impressive. But you can do better."

Nene's hand clenched around her mouse.

Her chat went absolutely feral.

[Chat:]

- SIR. SIR. SIR.

- $10K JUST TO CHALLENGE HER???

- THIS MAN IS POKING A BEAR AND SMILING ABOUT IT.

- RICH HUSBAND WANTS BLOOD.

- MA'AM, YOUR MAN IS A MENACE.

Nene exhaled slowly.

Alexander. Was. Watching.

And worse?

He was enjoying this.

Her eye twitched.

Fine.

He wanted more?

She'd give him more.

She adjusted her aim, her movements becoming even sharper, even deadlier.

The kill feed lit up.

Bodies dropped.

She pushed harder, faster, until she wasn't just winning—

She was demolishing.

Her chat was in hysterics.

[Chat:]

- OH SHE'S ANGRY NOW.

- A.ZHAO MIGHT HAVE CREATED A MONSTER.

- SIR, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF.

- MARRIAGE MADE HER AN ACTUAL WAR GOD.

[DONATION FROM: A.ZHAO - $20,000]

MESSAGE: "Now that's more like it."

Nene threw her headset across the desk.

[Chat:]

- SHE LOST IT.

- I'M WHEEZING.

- SHE'S ABOUT TO FIGHT HER OWN HUSBAND IRL.

- THE CHAOS COUPLE OF THE CENTURY.

Nene slammed her hands on the desk.

"THAT'S IT," she snapped. "STREAM OVER."

And with one final click—

She ended the stream.

Her phone immediately buzzed.

[Text from Alexander:]

Alexander: "Impressive. But I still think you can do better."

Nene screamed into her pillow.

She was going to kill him.