Queen！！！
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**Clara’s eyes stayed on the girl’s livestream.**
The dancer had just finished a routine, her chest rising and falling fast as she wiped sweat from her forehead.
The chat was quiet now—just a few kind-hearted comments and some emojis drifting across the screen. Clara smiled faintly, about to close the app.
But then, something strange happened.
The screen suddenly split in two.
On the other side appeared a man with perfectly styled hair, heavy makeup, and an arrogant smirk that screamed **"look at me"**. His chair looked expensive.
His background was full of brand logos and LED lights that changed colors every second. Before Clara could figure out what was going on, a loud voice rang out through the stream:
> "Ayo, who do we have here? Some random little dancer trying to make rent?"
The girl froze for a second.
Clara’s brows furrowed. *What is this?* She quickly scrolled down and began searching the platform’s features.
**Her heart sank as the truth became clear.**
This was a "PK"—a forced livestream battle, where two streamers are placed side by side, and viewers decide the winner by sending gifts. The higher the gift total, the higher the chance of "winning" the match.
In theory, it was supposed to help smaller streamers gain exposure by connecting them with bigger names.
**In reality?**
It had become a weapon. A trap.
Popular streamers—especially ones like *this guy*—abused the system to force random low-level accounts into battles they could never win. Then they’d mock them, let their fans join in the bullying, and walk away with all the cash and clout.
The worst part?
The man the girl had just been matched with wasn’t just *any* top streamer.
He was **notoriously cruel**.
His name was “King Zero.”
Clara had heard that name while researching streamers with toxic reputations. His channel was filled with expensive clothes, cars, girls, and drama. His fans? Obsessive and vicious.
Just like now.
> “Yo, is she even breathing? Someone get her a towel!”
> “Bet she’s dancing to save up for instant noodles tonight.”
> “Hey girl, if you cry right now, I might send you five bucks.”
The comments flooded in like sewage.
The girl was clearly trying to hold it together, but her jaw trembled slightly. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she just shook her head, forced a smile, and stayed silent.
On King Zero’s side, gifts were pouring in. Gold coins, flashy animations, animated dragons, supercars, fireworks. His fans were spamming the gift button like their lives depended on it.
> “Let’s show her what *real* money looks like!”
> “Ten seconds in and I already feel bad for her.”
> “Bro, you’re killing it!”
His total? **$100,000.**
The girl’s? A heartbreaking **$560.**
And still, King Zero leaned back in his oversized chair, lifted a champagne glass to the camera, and said with a smug grin:
> “I almost feel bad doing this to you... almost. But hey, that’s what happens when the big dogs come out to play. Stay in your lane, sweetheart.”
Clara’s jaw tightened.Her lips pressed into a thin line.
This was too much.
That smug face. That fake charm. That cruel, calculated bullying. Just because he had money—**he thought he could humiliate someone live in front of tens of thousands of people?**
Her thumb hovered over the comment bar.
She didn’t hesitate.
> “Don’t be afraid,” she typed. “Fight back. I’ve got your back.”
Then, without another word, Clara opened her balance screen, took a deep breath—
—and **recharged one million dollars.**
Her finger hovered over the most expensive gift on the app: a **Heavenly Phoenix**.
It was flashy, ridiculous, and cost tens of thousands in one go. But she didn’t care. That girl didn’t deserve humiliation. She deserved **backup.**
Clara tapped the button.
Again.
And again.
And again.
**One Phoenix. Two. Three. Four.**
Each one exploded across the screen with blazing animations—massive golden birds soaring through the air, raining down fireworks, filling the chat with sound and color.
The viewers went **silent.**
For a second, no one moved.
Even King Zero blinked rapidly, his smug grin twitching.
> “W-what the hell?”
> “Where did those come from?”
> “Is that real money???”
Then the chat **erupted**.
The girl’s fans came alive like a storm.
> “OMG WHO IS THAT QUEEN??”
> “Thank you! Thank you! Finally someone shut this guy up!”
> “We got your back now, girl!! LET’S GOOOO!”
Some fans started tipping too—not huge amounts, but enough to push back. The energy changed. It was no longer one girl being cornered.
It was **a whole army forming behind her.**
The dancer covered her mouth with both hands. Her eyes were wide with disbelief.
> “I... I don’t know who you are,” she whispered on stream, voice shaking, “but... thank you. Thank you so much.”
Clara smiled slightly, though her thumb ached from clicking the gift button so many times.
*Honestly,* she thought, rubbing her fingers, *they should make these gifts bigger. That way I don’t have to tap like a madwoman every time someone needs saving.*
On the other side of the screen, **King Zero’s expression had completely changed.**
His forced smile looked stiff.
The confidence in his voice cracked as he tried to laugh it off.
> “Uhh… maybe my fans… maybe they clicked the wrong stream or something?”
> “Haha, you guys, you’re funny—this must be a prank, right?”
But no one was laughing.
He kept checking his numbers, swallowing hard as the girl’s total **skyrocketed past his.**
The chat was still going wild when a new comment appeared on screen.
It came from the same mysterious account that had dropped all the phoenixes.Clara.
> “No mistake,” she wrote calmly.
> “Those gifts were for *her.*”
The message was short, but it hit like a hammer.
The girl on the stream let out a soft gasp. Even more of her fans started cheering in the chat:
> “YESSS QUEEN!!”
But the reaction on King Zero’s side?
His face twisted. The fake smile dropped like a mask falling off.
- Writer
