Chapter 12: As Long as There Is Life, There Will Be Reckless Pursuits

“Whoa, are you kidding me, Master Bluff? Are you playing or what?”
“You scared the hell out of me—blowing yourself up twice in two minutes? What kind of luck is that?”
“Please stop showing off, I’m getting dizzy.”
“Pfft! Certified clown, Master Bluff!”
“Just now I got excited for nothing, thought Master Bluff was going to shine, but it lasted less than three seconds.”
“...”

The viewers in the livestream were completely dumbfounded by Yang Hao's antics. They had just been deeply moved by his reckless act of vengeance, only for him to revert to his clownish ways in less than two minutes.

The first grenade he threw? The audience could understand, even found it thrilling. But the second one left them completely baffled.

If they knew that Yang Hao had pulled the second grenade just to die together with Lin Zijin, they’d have to look down on him—how could he hog such a great opportunity for himself? Shameless!

Naturally, they assumed the second grenade was just Yang Hao being his usual self-destructive self.

“Sis Zijin!”

Yang Hao’s behavior left Ling Xue’er at a loss. She didn’t know whether to help him up or not, so she turned to Lin Zijin for help.

“Get up.”

Meeting Ling Xue’er’s helpless gaze, Lin Zijin gritted her teeth and took her spot at the controls.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Under the watchful eyes of the trio, Lin Zijin took over Ling Xue’er’s character, raised her rifle, and fired a burst into Yang Hao, who was trying to die for love.

“Ling Xue accidentally killed ‘My Heart Wanders’ with an M16A4.”

No need for careful aim—just a simple raise of the gun, and Yang Hao, crawling pitifully on the ground, was turned into a loot box.

Witnessing it all and seeing Lin Zijin return to her seat with satisfaction, the others could only offer a silent moment of mourning for Yang Hao.

He brought this upon himself—no one else to blame!

“Damn it, Ling Xue’er, why’d you shoot me?” Yang Hao’s angry voice soon came through his headset.

“Weren’t you trying to die for love? I helped you out!” Ling Xue’er, irked by his unreasonable accusations, couldn’t be bothered to explain and delivered a verbal jab straight to the heart.

“I shot you.”

Just as Yang Hao was about to threaten Ling Xue’er, Lin Zijin’s cold, mocking voice cut in, sending a chill down his spine.

He dared not say another word.

“I died for you, shouldn’t you be touched? Why murder your own husband?” Staring at his loot box avatar, Yang Hao was thoroughly depressed.

“Ah, women!”

Yang Hao shook his head in resignation, feeling utterly drained.

Meanwhile, the chat in the livestream erupted once again at his self-destruction.

“Can’t make sense of this…”
“No need to ask, our clownish Master Bluff is up to his usual tricks.”
“Sigh, with a teammate like this, I really feel for Goddess Zijin.”
“Killing him was the right call, much more peaceful now.”
“Just look up—heaven spares no one…”

Yang Hao’s tragic team-kill was marked by three minutes of relentless scrolling messages in the chat—a digital moment of silence.

At this point in the game, only fourteen players remained, and the safe zone shrank again.

Ling Xue’er and Lu Ziqi carried Lin Zijin’s hopes forward. As for Yang Hao? Might as well forget him—too reckless, bound to bring disaster!

Relying on their solid skills and game sense, Ling Xue’er and Lu Ziqi made it to the final stages. Unfortunately, a standoff with another squad outside the last circle left both teams stranded, allowing a lucky third party to reap the rewards.

No victory chicken dinner this time, but a top-three finish nonetheless.

This proved that skill alone isn’t enough to win—sometimes, a stroke of fortune is needed.

With one match ending, another quickly began. Amid the envy of countless viewers, Yang Hao once again clung to his wife’s virtual coattails for the next round.

As expected, Yang Hao continued his role as troublemaker and deadweight. While Lin Zijin and her friends fought tense battles, Yang Hao was either looting somewhere or cowering by Lin Zijin’s feet.

Worse, he not only ran around aimlessly, but seemed to have a knack for running straight into enemy fire.

If not for Lin Zijin and her friends carrying the team, Yang Hao would have met his end a dozen times over.

Every time Yang Hao was knocked down, the chat would go wild, begging the goddesses to just leave him. Yet, thanks to his nonexistent sense of shame and his somewhat useful cooking skills, he always managed to win over the ever-hungry Ling Xue’er.

What should have been a high-level, skill-intensive match was turned into a comedy show thanks to Yang Hao’s antics.

But what could anyone do? Yang Hao was just too good at drawing aggro and stealing the spotlight.

Still, though the audience grumbled, every time Yang Hao made a fool of himself, they couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Come on, hop in!”

In the game, Yang Hao suddenly showed up with a jeep, making a grand entrance in front of Lin Zijin and the others.

“Sit in the back—I’m driving, or I’m not getting in.”

Despite Yang Hao’s enthusiasm, Ling Xue’er shook her head, making it clear she had no intention of getting in the vehicle.

She hadn’t forgotten how they’d all been wiped out last game—if not for Yang Hao flipping the car, they wouldn’t have been caught in enemy crossfire, nor lost without a chance to fight back.

She regarded Yang Hao’s driving skills with deep disdain and suspicion.

“Come on, give me another shot—this time I’ll do it right!”

Eager to redeem himself, Yang Hao insisted despite everyone’s objections—even Lin Zijin’s. He was determined; if he didn’t seize this chance, the title of ‘Crash King’ would haunt him forever.

True, he’d only flipped the car seven times last game, and nothing bad happened the first six times, right? As for the last time—well, that was just an accident. Who doesn’t have an accident now and then?

With Yang Hao’s persistence, Ling Xue’er and the others finally gave in.

The audience was treated to a bizarre scene: “Three walking, one with a car.” The three women, guns slung across their backs, sprinted across the map, while Yang Hao trailed behind in the jeep, occasionally shouting invitations.

No matter how Yang Hao pleaded, Ling Xue’er and Lu Ziqi refused to get in. Lin Zijin ignored him completely, leaving Yang Hao thoroughly dejected.

He stubbornly hogged the driver’s seat, and to the viewers’ amusement, no other vehicles appeared along the way.

At last, Lin Zijin took matters into her own hands. As Yang Hao issued yet another enthusiastic invitation, Lin Zijin’s patience snapped and she raised her weapon.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Yang Hao once again proved the deadliness of Lin Zijin’s marksmanship, getting shot out of the vehicle on the spot.

Lin Zijin then hopped into the driver’s seat, waited for Ling Xue’er and Lu Ziqi, and drove off, leaving Yang Hao behind.

This time, not even Ling Xue’er bothered with him, no matter how much Yang Hao tried to lower his pride.

Left alone, Yang Hao barely had time to react before the deadly blue zone closed in.

Thus, Yang Hao perished.

When news of his death in the toxic zone reached the chat, the livestream erupted in cheers—a true cause for celebration.

In honor of this, Yang Hao’s longtime viewers sent him a warm message:

“Life goes on, but so does your talent for getting yourself killed!”