Chapter 848: Why Is Your Head Pointy?
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhao Hao has stopped breathing in sheer shock. Plundered +66,666 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhao Hao has suffered a complete mental collapse. Plundered +9,999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhao Hao feels as if struck by lightning. Plundered +9,999 Destiny Value!]
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'Your account is suspected of violating community guidelines and has been permanently banned!'
The stark, blood-red characters glared back at Zhao Hao from his screen. He stood frozen in the dense foliage of the Qinling Mountains, completely dumbfounded. The damp mountain breeze brushed past him, but he could only stare at the digital death sentence.
"No, where is my live stream?" he muttered, his voice cracking. "Such a massive room, thousands of viewers... where did it go?"
Panic clawed at his throat.
"Banned? How is that even possible? I run a legitimate wilderness survival stream. I didn't break a single rule..."
He was anxious. A deep, gnawing anxiety twisted his stomach into knots. His entire future depended on his Wilderness Challenge System. If his stream remained banned, how could he gather the popularity points needed to alter his destiny?
"It has to be those incompetent moderators making a mistake," he hissed, his face flushing with a mix of rage and desperation. "I'm not an adult entertainer, and I haven't shown a single drop of blood. On what grounds are they banning me?"
Fingers trembling, Zhao Hao frantically opened the Douyin customer service portal, typing out a furious appeal.
"Damn it, give me a reason!"
He started off polite, begging for a manual review. But the customer service representative merely gave him the corporate runaround, spouting automated apologies while firmly stating that his account had indeed triggered a violation and their moderation team did not make mistakes.
Zhao Hao completely lost his temper. He hurled a string of vicious curses at the screen, his arm pulling back as if to smash his expensive device against a nearby boulder. He caught himself at the last second.
"To hell with them," he spat, his chest heaving. "If there is no place for me here, I will carve out my kingdom elsewhere."
He grumbled into the silent forest, kicking a pile of dead leaves. He possessed a heaven-defying System. Fame and fortune were his birthright. At worst, this was just a minor setback requiring a platform switch.
"Just you wait. The day will come when I buy out Douyin entirely, and I will personally fire every single moderator who dared to touch my account!"
He mentally etched Douyin into his little black book of grudges, placing them right below the Shen Corporation. He was a man who never forgot a slight.
"Thank god I built a private fan group," he muttered, forcing his breathing to steady. "I will just migrate my loyal followers over to Kuaishou."
Regaining a fraction of his composure, Zhao Hao opened his messaging app and fired off a broadcast to his core audience.
'What? Master Hao, you got banned? That makes no sense!''This is an outrage! Who dares to ban Master Hao?''Master Hao, we will follow you to the ends of the earth. Wherever you stream, we watch.'
'Exactly! Just move to Kuaishou, or Bilibili. We are only here for you anyway. You make Bear Grylls look like an amateur.'Reading the rapid-fire responses from his dedicated fans, a wave of immense comfort washed over his bruised ego. He quickly typed back.'Brothers, I have decided to relocate to Kuaishou. The account name remains the same: King of the Wilderness Zhao Hao. I am booting up the stream right now. Please come support your brother. Those with money, drop a gift. Those without, just drop a view.'
His loyal followers responded with a flood of enthusiastic emojis and promises to migrate immediately.
A smug smile finally broke through the livid mask on his face. He swiftly downloaded the new app, registered his credentials, and hit the live button.
"Thank you, brothers! Thank you for the massive support!"
Watching the virtual gifts instantly flood his screen, Zhao Hao beamed, rubbing his hands together in greedy satisfaction.
'A man of true talent has nothing to fear in this world,'he thought, his confidence fully restored.'Douyin losing me is their own catastrophic loss. Sooner or later, their executives will crawl on their knees begging me to return.'
Holding his phone high, he strutted through the underbrush, projecting his voice for the new audience.
"Alright, brothers, we are still deep within the uncharted territories of the Qinling Mountains. The sun is starting to dip, so we need to secure a safe campsite before nightfall and forage for some dinner..."
He panned the camera around, showcasing the towering ancient trees, the thick vines, and the oppressive, isolating wilderness that stretched for miles in every direction.
'Awesome streamer! He actually dared to venture this deep into the Qinling Mountains alone.'
'That is right! Our Master Hao specializes in solo survival. No camera crew, no safety nets. Just him against the wild. Good thing our domestic satellite coverage is so strong now, or we would not even get this broadcast.'Then, a strange comment floated across the chat.'Streamer, streamer, why is your head pointy?'
Zhao Hao scoffed at the bizarre question. Assuming it was just a troll trying to undermine his masculine image, he decided to give the audience a show. He flexed his biceps, struck a rugged pose, and confidently lifted his mud-stained shirt to reveal a perfectly sculpted eight-pack.
"Purely natural, brothers," he laughed, slapping his stomach. "No protein powder, no steroids..."
'Your account is suspected of violating community guidelines regarding suggestive and explicit content. You have been permanently banned!'
A giant question mark seemed to materialize over his head.
The arrogant smile froze on his lips, turning brittle.
No. He was a grown man. He merely lifted his shirt to show off his abdominal muscles. How in the world did that qualify as suggestive adult content? And an instant permanent ban?!
Absolute nonsense!
The realization hit him like a physical blow. Furious beyond reason, Zhao Hao roared and slammed his phone directly into the dirt.
"Damn it all! This is sheer lunacy! Absolute madness! They banned me for showing my abs?!"
He paced back and forth like a caged beast, his face burning an angry purple. He was so enraged that literal steam seemed to rise from his scalp, his blood pressure spiking to dangerous levels.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhao Hao is utterly exasperated. Plundered +9,999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhao Hao has been instantly enraged. Plundered +99,999 Destiny Value!]
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High above the forest floor, concealed within the dense canopy of an ancient oak tree, Shen Anyu sat perched on a thick branch. He looked down at the raging protagonist, a cold, measured smile playing on his lips.
Naturally, this was all his doing.
A classic move to pull the rug out from under the so-called Child of Destiny.
Since Zhao Hao relied entirely on live broadcasting to harvest popularity for his System, the solution was elegantly simple: sever his connection to the audience.
With the colossal influence and financial backing of the Shen Corporation, orchestrating a targeted digital blackout required nothing more than a few casual phone calls. The Shen family was a top-tier corporate sponsor, funneling billions in advertising revenue to these platforms annually.
He did not even need to lift a finger. A single word from his assistant was enough to completely eradicate Zhao Hao's digital footprint.
In a matter of minutes, Shen Anyu had effortlessly harvested over a hundred thousand Destiny Value.
Shen Anyu MVP. Zhao Hao, zero.
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"Damn it... damn it... damn it!"
Down below, Zhao Hao stomped in circles, his vision swimming with black spots from sheer fury. He was dangerously close to passing out.
Suddenly, a horrifying thought pierced through his rage. His expression twisted in panic.
He dove into the dirt, frantically clawing at the soil to retrieve his discarded device.
"Phew... thank god the screen did not shatter," he gasped, wiping the mud off the casing. "This satellite phone cost me over thirty thousand yuan. If I broke the antenna, I would have zero signal out here in the mountains."
He stared at a tiny hairline crack near the bezel, his heart aching at the damage. Once he confirmed the hardware was still functional, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. But that relief quickly morphed into deep, gnawing dread.
His private fan group was currently exploding.
'What just happened, Master Hao?''Banned again?!''No way, Kuaishou must have a bug in their algorithm. They ban people for showing abs now?'
'Are there malicious snitches mass-reporting the stream?'Watching his core supporters spiral into confusion, Zhao Hao swallowed his pride and typed out another rallying cry.'Brothers, do not lose heart! I, Zhao Hao, am an unkillable cockroach. If they refuse to host me here, I will simply take my talents elsewhere.''Since Kuaishou is too blind to recognize my value, I am moving to Bilibili.''Just wait. Sooner or later, I will make the Kuaishou executives kneel on broken glass and beg for my return.'
He gritted his teeth, forcing his fighting spirit to reignite. A true Child of Destiny was defined not just by a vindictive nature, but by an unyielding, indomitable will to survive.
His fans immediately cheered, flooding the chat with comforting words and promises to follow him to the next app.
However, what followed was a relentless, suffocating nightmare.
Douyin had banned him.
Kuaishou had banned him.
He booted up Bilibili. Banned within three minutes.
He switched to Huya. Banned on sight.
He even tried routing his signal to Twitch. Banned before he could speak a single word.
It was not just the domestic tech giants. Even the foreign platforms had blacklisted his hardware ID and facial recognition data.
Zhao Hao was no longer flushed with anger. The blood had completely drained from his face, leaving him a ghastly, sickly pale. His hands and feet turned ice-cold. He stood in the middle of the dark, encroaching forest, utterly dazed and broken.
And right at that moment of absolute despair, a final system notification popped up on his screen.
His private fan group had just been permanently dissolved.
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