Chapter Twenty-Seven: Please Call Me Your Majesty, the King of Filth and Demons!

As evening fell, the room grew dim. Luo Chen was staring ruefully at the row of bite marks on his wrist, still glistening with traces of saliva. He rubbed at them in distaste, but the impressions remained clear, leaving him silent and lost in thought.

His little sister was becoming less and less endearing.

After a sigh, Luo Chen shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind, opened his computer, and logged into his personal homepage.

Username: Purehearted Little Angel
Posts: 2
Works: Soul RP - How to Make ** Study, The Love Story of Langlang and Liangliang

The video "How to Make ** Study" had long since surpassed a million views, and the newly uploaded "The Love Story of Langlang and Liangliang" had quickly climbed the trending chart just yesterday.

Work: The Love Story of Langlang and Liangliang
Views: 490,000
Favorites: 740,000
Comments: 23,500

Gaining nearly half a million views in just one night and day, it was clear the popularity of the first video had seamlessly carried over to the second. The Stardust platform had also seen a surge of imitations, many of them enjoying considerable popularity.

It seemed inevitable that the "Madcap" section of Stardust would soon be dominated by this new theme. After all, it had been ages since the section saw fresh material; most videos were tired old memes, worn thin from overuse. The arrival of something new was bound to cause a stir.

Luo Chen clicked on his latest work. Although the numbers looked impressive, he was in the habit of reading the comments.

In fact, most creators liked to look at comments—the joy of seeing their hard work resonate with viewers, sparking jokes and camaraderie, was unmatched.

As the video began, the screen was flooded with messages of support and affection.

"500,000 assists!"
"500,000 assists 1!"
"500,000 assists 2!"
"I'm claiming the comments and the creator!"
"No way!"
"Little angel updated again!"
"Love you, mwah!"

Seeing such warm comments, Luo Chen felt his spirits lift—the pain in his arm seemed to fade.

Skipping past those, Luo Chen found that his efforts had not been in vain. Some unique jokes from his previous life had been unearthed by viewers, and the pairing of Zhuge Kongming and Wang Lang had become widely known.

He nodded in satisfaction, about to close the page when he spotted some unexpected comments:

"Creator's so dirty!"
"Let me tell you a joke: the creator is a pure little angel."
"Dirty, dirty, might as well call you the Dirty Angel."

"Spotted a filthy male creator—he should be handed over to the authorities!"
"Dirty guy 1!"
"Dirty guy 2!"
"Dirty guy 3!"
"Dirty guy 999!"

Which idiot posted these comments? Luo Chen swore not to kill them, but seeing the video pages flooded with "dirty guy," he just wanted to find the culprit and give them a thrashing. What kind of awful nickname was that?

It sounded terrible.

How was he supposed to—no, not flirt—how was he supposed to meet his female fans now?

In a panic, Luo Chen opened the chat box and sent a comment, immediately regretting it:

"Please address me as His Majesty the King of Filth!"

The creator's golden comment stood out starkly. The viewers fell silent, leaving a long gap.

Then the comments exploded.

"Oh heavens, the creator is roasting himself!"
"Congratulations to the King of Filth on his coronation!"
"Congratulations 1!"
"Congratulations 2!"
"Congratulations 3!"
"Congratulations 999!"
"Darling, come quick and see the King of Filth!"
"Don’t doubt it—when the creator gets fierce, he even roasts himself."

By the time Luo Chen realized his mistake and wanted to delete the comment, it was too late. Watching the comment storm sweep across the screen, Luo Chen knew there was no erasing the nickname "King of Filth."

"Ah, impulsiveness never pays."

Still, it was better than "dirty guy."

At this point, Luo Chen could only comfort himself.

Out of sight, out of mind—pretend it never happened.

Closing the video page in resignation, Luo Chen looked at his personal homepage and pondered.

After a brief hesitation, he typed "Luo Tianyi" into the search bar and clicked.

The creator named "Luoshui Tianyi" appeared before him—he knew at once it was his sister.

He recalled how she'd recently bought heaps of musical equipment, and how she'd been avoiding him these days. Clearly, she was hiding something.

Was this it?

Creator: Luoshui Tianyi
Posts: 1
Work: Ode to a Millennium of Recipes

Seeing the familiar title, Luo Chen was momentarily dazed.

"Ode to a Millennium of Recipes" had been one of the signature works of the virtual diva Luo Tianyi in his previous life, a collaborative creation by Jun and her friends.

Now, his little sister had brought it to life?

Luo Chen had intended to write these songs himself someday, but it seemed there was no need.

Opening her sole work, Luo Chen put on his headphones.

"Steamed buns, barbecue buns, custard sesame red bean buns,
Meat buns, vegetable buns, and soup-filled buns.
Eat by fate, life by chance, ancient and boundless in an instant.
Only the feast endures for a thousand years, never changing."

No tuning needed, no embellishment—he wondered what it would sound like, sung directly by Luo Tianyi herself.

Heavenly!

Her gentle, soft voice utterly charmed Luo Chen. The original was already beautiful, but this real-life rendition was even more so.

Moreover, Luo Tianyi seemed to have infused her own eating experiences into the song, lending it a unique flavor beyond its divine melody.

"Traveling with you, actually I just want to eat my fill everywhere.
North and south of the rivers, I taste them all.
But I dare not let you know, afraid you'll dislike it, afraid you can't stand it.
Wonton noodles, spicy hotpot, lamb skewers, crab shell cakes—
Quietly, secretly, I ask the shopkeeper to pack them up."

In high spirits, Luo Chen finished listening to the song, only then realizing it chronicled their recent culinary adventures on the food street.

His sister had sampled every delicacy, nearly bankrupting him in the process.

No wonder she could sing with such feeling—it was all paid for in cash.

But could this song really earn it all back?

Luo Chen was dubious.

Setting the song to repeat, Luo Chen checked the video stats.

"Please vote for recommendations! Lately, the recommendation count is rising so slowly—if recommendations surpass favorites, the author will update more! I guarantee two chapters daily with unwavering integrity!"