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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　Ever since returning from the Pandaria, Shao Xian's mind had been wandering off. She had the feeling that she had forgotten something important. Every night, the tall silhouette of a man with long, silver hair performing a mesmerizing dance would haunt her dreams.

　　Shao Xian had tried searching for information, which eventually led her to Fang Shui'er, who seemingly shared a connection with the mysterious figure. However, she could not find anything beyond Fang Shui'er. Apart from fragmented memories and the three million that appeared out of nowhere on her bank account balance, there was nothing more.

　　Shao Xian returned to her city after the trip, but her life did not go on as usual. She doubted the choices she had made in the past and wondered whether it was worth it to sacrifice her dignity in the pursuit of her career.

　　Instead, she decided to focus on the life skills she had acquired during her time spent on the internet and became a full-time video game streamer. From that day forth, the legend of the female challenger wearing a mask was born, and she began to gain an impressive number of followers online.

　　Numerous teams and organizations offered her a deal, having noticed her tremendous commercial value, but Shao Xian had declined them all, choosing instead to continue streaming herself playing video games.

　　Shao Xian always remained quiet when she played, but some of the more observant fans noticed that she always seemed to be seeking something beyond the camera, as if she was waiting for someone.

　　Shao Xian's daily life continued without much of a change, until today.

　　"Who are you looking for?" Shao Xian opened the small window of her anti-burglary door and looked at the man standing outside.

　　"Are you Shao Xian?" The visitor smiled.

　　"Yes," Shao Xian answered. The warm smile of the man made her lower her guard slightly, but his looks definitely worked against him — his short curly hair was unkempt, he wore a grey linen jacket and a pair of blue pants which were rolled up to his knees, revealing a pair of hairy legs. His shoes consisted of nothing more than a pair of plastic sandals, and he held a worn-out knit bag.

　　Although the man had a warm expression, Shao Xian could think of him as nothing other than a recyclable materials collector.

　　"So I'm at the right address. May I come in?" The man asked.

　　"Huh?" Shao Xian hesitated for obvious reasons.

　　"I have some things I'd like to discuss with you." The man spoke with graceful manners.

　　"About what?" Shao Xian pulled on the collar of her s.h.i.+rt, having been wearing her s.h.i.+rt rather casually as she was home alone.