GamerGuru99: [Nine times out of ten, she's a fraud! I'm steering clear for now!]
King of Hardships: [Take my advice. Quit the nonsense, put on some black stockings, and I'll tip you.]
Despite the mounting skepticism, I declared earnestly, "My runes are potent. They can turn misfortune into fortune. There's no problem I can't solve."
My declaration sparked a tidal wave of reactions, and soon, another flood of comments burst forth from the screen.
Netizen 1: [Wow, I can vouch that the host is so committed to this scam. It feels like I'm watching from another dimension!]
Netizen 2: [Oh my god! You're so stubborn! You're really asking for trouble now!]
Netizen 3: [Oh, I love her stubborn charm. She's cool!]
No one believed me, yet the chat was abuzz.
I made a quiet decision to flaunt my skills first.
Just as I looked for an opportunity, a commotion broke out nearby.
Clutching my phone, I continued the live stream, making my way toward the growing crowd.
It turned out a little girl had gone missing while playing.
At the center of the commotion, a woman in a black dress sat on the ground, wailing inconsolably.
The staff of the scenic spot used a loudspeaker to repeatedly broadcast the missing child's details.
An idea struck me. It was a perfect chance to showcase my abilities.
I pulled out a sheet of yellow paper, the kind always tucked away by members of the Eldritch Runes.
Ensuring it was visible, I gently guided the situation.
"I'm going to craft runes now to help this mother find her daughter. If I succeed, will you follow me?"
No sooner had I spoken than a chorus of responses flooded the comment.
One fan, going by the moniker "Crazy Scholar," made a bold proclamation. Crazy Scholar: [Quit the theatrics. Craft the runes now! If you help find that kid, I'll get all 66 members of my family to follow you!]
Noticing the impatience brewing among the viewers, I flicked my hand with a casual air. Instantly, a mystical pen dipped in cinnabar materialized.
At that moment, the pen tip danced like a wild horse freed from its reins.
With just one fluid stroke, a tracking rune came to life on the paper.
Driven by urgency to locate the child, I brushed past the flurry of exclamations in the comments and made a beeline for the woman in the black dress, who collapsed on the ground.