After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

Hello everyone, I am Tang Li, and I am five years old.

I am a newly promoted one-star streamer, currently working for a bizarre live streaming company.

At the same time, I am also a distinguished VIP player with a yearly subscription to the eerie game.

The streamer's daily life had always been unremarkable, until today.

The streamer was scammed.

"First, practice horse stance for two hours."

King Zhou of Han said.

"What?" Tang Li asked in shock, as if she had suddenly lost her ability to understand language.

"You need to practice martial arts." Han Zhou patiently repeated himself for the first time, "First, practice horse stance for two hours."

"No," Tang Li exclaimed in shock, "I'm supposed to practice it myself?"

In case you are unaware, the game instance the streamer is currently in is "Gold Medal Assassin," an ancient instance. There is only one reason why the streamer chose this instance.

On that day, teammates Jiang Hui and Qiu Wanting spoke with absolute certainty.

—Entering this instance will turn you into a martial arts master.

The streamer naively thought that this was a reward for clearing the dungeon, allowing him to instantly boost his abilities, unlock his genetic potential, become a superior being, leap across rooftops with a light touch, and possess abundant inner strength. From then on, he could injure people by plucking flowers or breaking leaves, and always scored full marks in physical tests.

At this point, the streamer was pulled out and forced to practice horse stance.

Jiang Hui.

What did you do to me, Jiang Hui?

Five-year-old Tang Li pursed her lips, her legs trembling like a leaf, and wiped the sweat from her forehead and the tears from her eyes with her chubby little hands.

You mean, entering this instance will turn you into a martial arts master?

But you didn't say that what you meant was: shrink down to the size of a child, lay a solid foundation from a young age, and train yourself all the way to become a martial arts master?!

What kind of dungeon reward is this? What's the difference between this and buying diet pills that require you to simultaneously perform 50 sets of squats and a 10km jog twice a day?

"Do you have any internal energy pills here that can increase one's internal strength by ten years?" Tang Li asked, trembling.

"Am I hallucinating from exhaustion?" Han Zhou pondered.

"Are there any sect elders nearing their end?" the little girl murmured. "Could there be an old man with white hair and beard who, before he dies, pats me on the shoulder and immediately imparts all his life's skills to me?"

Oh no, this is what they've done to the child; he's talking nonsense now.

"...That's enough for today, you can rest for a while." Coach Han waved his hand in shock.

Why?

Why is it that as a VIP player with a yearly subscription, I, Tang Li, am not allowed to possess exceptional martial arts talent in the game's dungeons, so that once I open my eight extraordinary meridians, I can soar to the heavens?!

"The sect went through so much trouble to bring me back," Tang Li collapsed to the ground like a limp noodle, managing to ask one last question, "I must be a martial arts prodigy, right?"

Han Zhou fell silent. He knelt down, placed his palm on the upper half of Tang Li's face, and carefully closed her eyes.

His voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing a beautiful dream: "Do you remember when the porter introduced you to the flower girl, he also gave her two comments?"

Tang Li: ...

"How's this batch of goods from Tangjiakou?" the flower seller asked, raising her delicate eyebrows.

"Ordinary talent, average physical constitution."

The porter sneered through his snot, "What kind of treasure could that Tang guy possibly have inside? At least it's cheap, saves me from a wasted trip."

It's blown up, this bizarre live-streaming system.

Meanwhile, in the bizarre world system space.

Qiu Wanting and Jiang Hui were watching a live stream when Tang Li's small figure, slumped on the floor, was clearly displayed on the large screen in the lounge.

"Tang Li is definitely cursing me in her heart." Jiang Hui rubbed the itching at the tip of her nose and sighed helplessly.

Qiu Wanting was still laughing when he continued, "Who would have thought that she would attract the instructor's attention so quickly after entering the dungeon?"

As he spoke, he quickly switched through several channels to check on the situation of the players who had entered the dungeon in the same batch as Tang Li.

Each one is more tragic than the last.

"They enter the dungeon at noon and start practicing martial arts in the afternoon," Qiu Wanting shook her head, half with emotion and half with admiration. "Look at the other streamers, they're either being whipped in the discipline room or diligently doing hard labor at the bottom of the sect right now."

Jiang Hui and Qiu Wanting would never betray Tang Li in such a situation.

Her progress was too fast; she was being taught martial arts before even triggering the main quest. But without triggering the main quest, she couldn't access the in-game store, and without accessing the store—she couldn't see the "Internal Strength Pills" she wanted, page after page.

"She's progressing too fast," Jiang Hui frowned, a hint of worry in her voice. "The dungeon has most likely noticed her and started causing trouble."

Inside the copy.

canteen.

Tang Li held a large spoon and ate intently; the bowl in front of her was bigger than one and a half of her head.

The braised pork belly, glistening with oil, smells amazing. The large chunks of pickled fish, so tender even the bones are falling apart, smell amazing. The stir-fried chicken, infused with flavor, smells amazing.

These martial arts practitioners have huge appetites; even their bowls and plates are extra-large.

No alcohol was served, but meat and staple food were plentiful. Tang Li had never been so hungry in her life, and she ate with such devotion and focus, which inadvertently matched her "impoverished family background" in the dungeon.

After finishing her meal, she stood up and began looking around.

Her instincts kicked in once again; in the cafeteria, her first thought was to find where the food collection station was.

But then she saw several small figures, about her height, stumbling over and hurriedly clearing away her plates before leaving.

They were dressed neatly and cleanly, yet their clothes were worn and gray, the typical attire of servants. However, they were so young that Tang Li was reluctant to acknowledge their identities.

"You should have been one of them too."

But then she heard a soft laugh, and in the gentle breeze, Tang Li was pulled away by a pair of fair, slender, and firm arms.

Tang Li suddenly turned around and met the flower girl's delicate and beautiful face.

"A sect this large certainly needs more than just assassins; it also needs people to serve them." The flower girl's eyes were calm and matter-of-fact. "If you hadn't caught the eye of Instructor Han, with your ordinary talent, you would only be a lowly servant right now."

Tang Li tilted her head to indicate that she had heard, but remained silent.

"Pity them?" the flower seller insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

"What's so pitiful about it?" Tang Li retorted. "Aren't those who do menial tasks pitiful, but those who are assassins pitiful too?"

Dark eyes stared at the flower girl.

"Isn't it pitiful to constantly serve others and risk your life at all times?"

The flower girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

Yes, she is just as pitiful.

How come she never noticed this before the little girl pointed it out?

"clang--"

Just as she was lost in thought, the long chimes rang out, echoing in the deepening night.

"Ah, it's time to go back to my room," the flower girl said.

But she didn't let go of Tang Li.

"I'm afraid of the dark," the flower girl said softly, but beneath her gentle appearance lay a sharp edge, making it clear to everyone that they couldn't refuse her. "I want my sister to stay with me and sleep in the same bed with me."

Tang Li's eyes widened in surprise. She still didn't know what the flower girl was up to—whether she wanted to help her or harm her.

But she was too tired today, and her brain was too lazy to think.

It's just a matter of dealing with whatever comes our way, like soldiers coming and generals blocking the way, or water coming and earth covering it up.

The little girl's voice was crisp and clear, with a hint of weariness.

"it is good."