Chapter Three: Thirty-Seven Players, One Sparring Session

She divided the dungeon feed into sixteen panels and predicted every cooldown from public data. Lin Jin entered the most dangerous position; she identified the single gap inside the danger. Thirty-six hunters became twenty-nine, then seventeen. The audience passed two hundred thousand. Donations climbed as well—five yuan, ten, one hundred. Every piece of genuine recognition became golden dust within the Crown. Lin Jin did not assign it. He could feel hunger buried inside the artifact, tempting him to pour all that applause into his body. “Don't spend the points,” Su Wanqing said suddenly. “You noticed too?” “Your heart rate rose twelve percent after the first donation. Power isn't free. Save it.”