Within just a few minutes, the video's comment section became lively.
There was support, and there was opposition.
This was the effect Maggie wanted.
Only controversy could bring popularity.
Maggie was already calculating in her mind, planning to connect with "Little Boy" when he went live that night to piggyback on his popularity.
...
After eating, Elliot had returned to his rented room, sat in front of his computer, and began upgrading his botnet.
Over the past two days, his botnet had successfully withstood waves of attacks from
Nor dared he be careless.
He wasn't arrogant enough to think no one could break through his botnet.
Elliot was very clear that most of the people attacking him were just some "script kiddies" with average technical skills, and he hadn't encountered any top masters.
Not encountering them now didn't mean he wouldn't encounter them in the future.
As his popularity grew and his influence expanded, it was bound to attract the attention of more
To cope with potential future challenges, Elliot had to prepare in advance and build a more impregnable defense system.
First, he would upgrade the number of bots from one thousand to ten thousand.
At the same time, he also planned to set up more complex and hidden traps at several key nodes, making sure those who tried to invade would have no return.
Time passed quietly amidst Elliot's rapid keyboard tapping.
Night fell.
Elliot stretched, moving his somewhat stiff body.
"Oh. It's seven o'clock!"
Looking at the time, it was already seven o'clock, and his stomach also let out a timely "grumble grumble" protest.
Let's just grab something to eat first, I still have to live stream tonight.
...
At half past seven, Elliot returned to his computer.
He logged into the botnet and checked the situation first.
"Beep beep beep!"
As expected, as if waiting for him, as soon as he went online, over a dozen IPs attempted to attack his bots.
Elliot watched for a while and laughed, "Heh, a bunch of rabble."
The attack methods of these IPs were very crude; a single glance showed they were just some low-level noobs.
He ignored them for now, put on his mask and hood, and started the live stream.
"Brothers, good evening!"
"Whoosh!"
In the live stream room, an airplane streaked across the night sky, particularly eye-catching.
"Thank you 'Noah' for the airplane!" Elliot said with a smile.
'Noah' is here.
"Brothers, 'Noah''s story touched me deeply.
I've decided that from now on, I will uphold justice for the millions of victims like 'Noah'!
If anyone encounters any unfair situations, or needs my help with anything, you can send me an email.
My email address is on the public screen."
As Elliot spoke, he sent an overseas email address to the public screen.
Hacking into 'Noah''s ex-girlfriend's wedding scene this morning had garnered a lot of popularity.
Elliot thought he could open up a new live stream path of "upholding justice."
The 'female streamer' path would continue tonight.
"Alright, enough small talk, let's get to the point!
Tonight, we will continue to connect with female streamers.
If you want to see any female streamer's real appearance, type her name on the public screen."
[Annie.]
[Yoyo.]
[Little Sprout.]
[Little Daffodil.]
...
In Silicon Valley, inside a twenty-story building for internet celebrities.
On the seventh floor, in the "Little Sprout" live stream room.
A young female assistant wearing glasses was staring intently at her phone screen, watching Elliot's live stream.
Just then, her pupils suddenly contracted as she saw the words "Little Sprout" appear on the live stream's public screen.
This was her streamer.
"Sister Sprout! Sister Sprout! This is bad, something big has happened!" The female assistant exclaimed, quickly getting up and rushing into the office next door.
"What's wrong, why are you so flustered?" The female streamer 'Little Sprout' frowned.
"Re... really something big has happened, Sister Sprout, quickly take a look."
The female assistant handed the phone to Sister Sprout.
'Little Sprout', whose real name was Lily Sparks, was an internet celebrity with millions of followers.
At this moment, she was facing a mirror, applying a thick layer of foundation to her face, heavily made up, making it almost impossible to see her original appearance.
"What's going on?"
Lily Sparks impatiently took the phone and glanced at it.
The next second, her face changed.
Clearly, she knew about the
Over the past two days, this so-called
"Sister Sprout, what should we do, the netizens are all shouting your name, what if... what if he connects with you..."
As the female assistant said this, Lily Sparks panicked.
She relied on her face for a living.
If she had to turn off the beauty filter in front of all the netizens, how would she live stream in the future?
"How about... how about we don't live stream tonight?" the female assistant suggested.
"No streaming, no streaming tonight, we'll stream tomorrow morning instead."
Lily Sparks didn't even bother to notify in advance that she would be live streaming tonight.
Avoiding Little Boy should be fine.
"Go inform everyone else, all activities tonight are canceled," Lily Sparks said.
"Okay, Sister Sprout!"
The female assistant quickly ran out upon hearing this.
There were many smart people like Lily Sparks who chose to protect themselves.
Originally, many female streamers who were planning to live stream that night, upon learning that Little Boy was going live, changed their minds and chose a strategic retreat.
...
In Silverlake City.
In a dilapidated residential building on the outskirts of the city, fourth floor, a small room less than ten square meters.
A young girl was sitting in a wheelchair, live streaming on her phone.
The girl's name was Harper Quinn, her online name was "Little Leaf", and she was a handmade crafts streamer.
She had a delicate appearance, but there was a noticeable burn scar on her left cheek near her left ear, adding a touch of regret to her otherwise delicate face.
There weren't many people in Little Leaf's live stream room, only less than three hundred viewers.
"This handmade woven sachet is a new product, made with high-quality silk thread, purely hand-woven, each one is unique..."
Harper Quinn patiently explained as she showed the exquisite sachet in her hand to her fans.
Just then, a "Connection Request" prompt suddenly popped up.
After hesitating for a moment, Harper Quinn clicked accept.
The next second, a figure wearing a mask and hood appeared in the live stream room.
"Hmm?"
Elliot looked at Harper Quinn on the screen and was slightly stunned.
He had originally just wanted to connect with any female streamer, but he didn't expect to connect with a...
Elliot noticed that Harper Quinn had a noticeable burn scar on her face.
Needless to say, she definitely hadn't turned on the beauty filter.
In fact, Harper Quinn didn't have the habit of using a beauty filter.
"Hello, may I ask what kind of streamer you are?" Elliot spoke to greet her.
"I am a handmade crafts streamer, my name is 'Little Leaf'."
Harper Quinn introduced herself gracefully.
(End of this chapter)
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