The viewers went crazy, but this time it wasn't just Allen's haters, fans and even casual viewers joined in an unprecedented outburst of anger. Of course, they were only a third of his audience in general, but with them alone, the entire chat was flooded with angry comments.
Legend has it that the scream of twenty million people was heard worldwide, and the root of all this was Allen or rather his shameless actions of having a dream life that he showed in front of the cameras.
Allen tried to control his viewers, but he realized there were too many people irrationally angry. However, most of the comments were not hatred towards him but hatred towards their own lives.
– All this time, I've been a mob!
– Damn, that explains my crappy life!
– Ahhh!! Are you kidding me?!, always unlucky with women! always with few good things!
– All this time, we were filler characters in Allen's story!
– I feel cheated!
– The disappointment! The betrayal!
Whether they hated or loved Allen, they came to a kind of conclusion that everyone felt Allen was the protagonist of their world. But the worst part was that they were not main, supporting, or even tertiary characters; they were only background characters, the crowd seen in movies running senselessly.
It was foolish to disapprove of your entire life just because Allen has a harem, right? Yes. Seeing it from Allen's perspective, he has all the necessary elements of a protagonist.
He had a dark and tragic past, strong motivation, unjust power but unexpectedly well-balanced with the world. In his life, there were epic fights, beautiful waifus, powerful antagonists, apocalyptic problems, moral dilemmas, entertainment, and personal growth. He was a protagonist! Of course, with the peculiarity of his complex personality and entertaining ability.
All the comments Allen read made him upset; in a way, they were envying his life as if it were perfect. They called him a shameless chosen one, a cheater, an unfair playboy, and ten thousand more things.
Allen began to breathe heavily, containing his anger, to him, all the accusations were absurd.
"Motherfuckers, do any of you know what it feels like to have your organs explode?" said Allen in a dark voice. His tone of severity calmed people down enough for them to calm down.
Allen raised his voice the second time he spoke. "Do you know what it feels like to have broken bones but can't sit down screaming in pain because if you stop moving, you'd be killed?!" Allen added, breathing deeply. "Do you know what it's like to die?!... I do, I experienced it six times a few days ago!!"
The comments began to change and stop. Foolishly, people focused only on the good things in Allen's life without considering what he had lived through to achieve them.
"Don't come with your shit that you envy me! You have no fucking idea what it's like to be me!"
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After that, silence reigned; it was the second time that a chat with more than fifty million viewers had fallen completely silent.
The system didn't leave Allen alone and to remind them of everything that had happened so far, it showed old clips of Allen's most difficult moments.
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One moment when Diana was about to be killed by Doomsday, or at least that's what Allen thought at the time, ignorant that Diana had hidden power.
Allen appeared, leaving Diana speechless when she saw him.
Allen knew that with his current level, he would only be brutally killed. However, Allen stood in the way of the apocalypse and recklessly opened a crimson chest.
His organs almost exploded, and he was about to die. He met Satoru and managed to gain the power to fight, but that only gave him the chance to fight.
"Goodnight..." Allen smiled as he stood on the edge of life and death.
During the fight, Allen and Superman teamed up against Doomsday. Even though Allen avoided damage with the infinity, due to his lack of ability, he would damage himself every time he used the six, burning his brain, which was not a pleasant sensation.
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Worldbreaker Hulk...
Allen felt it; even unknowingly, Allen felt the unlimited potential of that monster, a race against time, where dying wasn't a possibility but a certainty, win or everything ended.
Allen took on a burden that wasn't his, facing another end of the world... and it wasn't enough... the regeneration of this version of Worldbreaker Hulk was at the level of Immortal Hulk.
A power that grows endlessly...
Instantaneous regeneration...
And yet, at no point did Allen think of running away...
Unknown to the viewers, there was an even worse experience, Allen met the devil, the cruel monster Ryomen Sukuna, this bastard provided Allen with an unimaginable amount of suffering, forcing him to commit atrocious acts, yet he couldn't break him.
Even after all that... even after making a pact with the devil, defeating Hulk was a gamble.
"Domain Expansion... Fukuma Mizushi..."
In the clips, the green giant attacks Allen, each punch from the Hulk capable of leveling the entire continent, but Allen never lets him hit the ground.
This made the difficulty of the fight increase several levels, a confrontation where a direct punch from Hulk could kill him.
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With Loki, Allen immersed himself in a feeling of helplessness because he couldn't harm him with that armor. The pressure of knowing that one single attack could split the planet in half was something that a weak-hearted person couldn't bear.
Allen, however, didn't think of running away... as usual, he only knew how to move forward...
Beerus may give the impression of being irresponsible, selfish, capricious, and childish, but when he takes things seriously, he's truly terrifying. He showed no mercy to Allen and gave him training worthy of a god of destruction from his world.
Emaciated, exhausted, and shattered in body, but not in spirit, Allen managed to control the power of a god of destruction. However, there was no celebration, Allen's eyes reflected on having been pushed to the limit time and time again just for a chance to gain power.
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With Superman, he experienced an unpleasant sensation because their confrontation was not just physical. Allen was pushed to the limit of his morality and beliefs.
Allen witnessed Superman's fall to corruption, a man so noble killed his friends, and his world with his own hands. Allen saw the result of what would happen if he became something similar.
Allen was also pushed to try crazy things, or he couldn't win.
With Darkseid, Allen found himself cornered, about to suffer a fate worse than death. Allen ended up abandoning the idea of not killing and staining his hands red, but was that wrong? No, absolutely not against that monster. Although when it came to Clark, it was harder to accept, but Allen did it.
"Have you figured it out yet?" Allen looked blankly at Darkseid.
It had happened so fast that neither Darkseid nor the readers knew when it had happened, Allen had already killed him shortly after using the power of a god of destruction, the method was a blow charged with the power of destruction that damaged his body and soul irreparably.
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Most people wouldn't put up with going through anything Allen went through, yet he goes through all that every week as if it were normal.
There were more fights for Allen, but only these pushed him to the limit or cornered him.
Allen didn't prevent the system from doing this; however, it was embarrassing for him to use his past fights to prove his point.
Allen remained silent for a moment and then looked at his Chat while crossing his arms, his eyes filled with indignation and condescension.
"When you want to complain about the good things around me, ask yourselves if you want to be in my place..." Allen said in a calmer voice, no longer so angry.
It was a reality that his life was good, he was surrounded by beautiful women, some of whom were the dream of countless people. But at the same time, he had to worry that a cosmic tentacle wouldn't emerge from the ground and end the world.
This was not for fun; it was because if he didn't, it would be tantamount to leaving his life and that of his loved ones to others, whether superheroes or someone else. But that was something Allen wouldn't allow, he preferred to deal with apocalypses than depend on others.
Another very important detail was that Allen had the power to do whatever he wanted in the world. Unexpectedly, Allen chose to create entertainment for people. Can they avoid the corruption of power?
After being scolded, the crowd calmed down and ultimately agreed with Allen.
"I'm glad you recognized that," Allen nodded.
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After the previous situation, Allen decided to play a little; it had been a while since he had done this kind of content.
– Hey, you missed a diamond!
– Diamond!
– Allen, diamond!
"I told you it's an emerald, not a damn diamond!"
Allen was playing Minecraft, however, he soon regretted it.
Allen started cutting a little wood with his fists and then crafted some wooden tools, then some stone ones.
Minecraft is a game where the world is generated randomly, where the amount of things that can be crafted is incredible, and similarly, the amount of objects and materials that can be obtained is enormous.
In general, you can play however you want despite having a story, it's not important. Some people have recreated entire countries in Minecraft, it's like the virtual version of Lego.
Allen didn't plan to build something incredible, it was like having gameplay in the background while chatting with his viewers. After all, he doesn't have to fight against gods every day to make content. However, many people in his Chat didn't think the same way. They wanted him to take Minecraft seriously.
– Wow, what an ugly house!
– What is that, modern art?!
– Hahaha
"What's wrong with my house?!"
Since monsters come out at night, it's essential to build a shelter before it gets dark, like in a classic survival game.
However, Allen's shelter received criticism because it was just four walls and a roof made of rock and dirt; it looked ugly and small.
"You guys don't understand art!"
Allen took the criticism in stride. After all, it was part of the dynamic of his Chat to insult each other, as long as it didn't cross a line.
After that, Allen went into his house, created a couple of crafting tables, and decided to dig a mine to get coal, iron, and if he was lucky, a diamond.
Allen continued talking about various topics while digging down like a miner.
"For the last time, nothing happened with Taylor!"
Ruby - Say what you want, but there are pictures of you kissing her -_-
Artemis (Bana-Mighdall) - I can't believe you prefer a slut over our sisters!
Hippolyta - Artemis, behave.
Artemis (Bana-Mighdall) - But!
"I don't even remember!" Allen fell silent for a moment, realizing that his excuse sounded worse. "What I mean is, I shouldn't drink, I do things I'm not aware of."
– Diamond! :0
Allen turned around and saw green spots on one of the walls he passed.
"No, guys, they're not diamonds."
– Diamond :0
– Grab the damn diamond >:(
"IT'S NOT A DIAMOND! IT'S A DAMN EMERALD!"
While the beta of diamond and emerald look alike, especially when there's little light, diamonds have a turquoise tone, and emeralds are greener.
The chat didn't stop bothering about the damn diamond, and Allen had to go back and mine it just so everyone could see.
"See, it's a damn diamond," Allen remained silent and looked at his hand; indeed, it said diamond. "Shit!"
It was normal, Allen doesn't usually play lately, let alone Minecraft, so he confused the colors, thinking it was the emerald that had the turquoise color.
– We told you:v
– You don't trust us anymore :(
– Fame got to his head, F in the Chat!
"Shut up! it's your fault for starting!"
Allen had suffered betrayals from his Chat several times and no longer trusted this bunch of trolls.
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