"Eric, just give it up, you're still lacking here."
"Yeah, just keep streaming 'Hammer of Thor,' you won't succeed."
Facing these doubts, Eric turned a deaf ear and just played his game.
Behind him, his father was still supportive, Qiu Yu in the group was still offering help, and he himself wasn't interested in who cleared the game first; he just wanted to see the end.
Compared to when he started the challenge, he had lost seven pounds, and each day he would gaze at the screen unconsciously, with only his fingers moving on the controller.
The popularity of his livestream had plummeted to rock bottom, ranking had fallen beyond the top hundred, and almost speechless throughout his gameplay, only the loyal fans were accustomed to this and kept it on.
Although his focus was in the game, Eric felt as if his consciousness had transcended his body, allowing him to observe himself from the perspective of a bystander.
Now it was 10:13 PM, the dead of night.
