GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 36 - : The Anatomy of Domination

Ling Xi'er's grip tightened on her microphone as the PK meter hemorrhaged crimson dominance. The 15 million-point lead that had crowned her moments earlier dissolved under a golden supernova—

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"T-Twenty million?" Her voice cracked, the carefully cultivated sweet tone devolving into the rasp exposed during her Douyin scandal. The phoenix holograms tearing through Bai Hanyan's live stream weren't mere digital gifts—they were surgical strikes dismantling her persona.

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Yan Baimei's Louboutin crushed a photo of Hanyan's debut team. The numbers on her tablet mirrored that humid afternoon three summers past, when Ling had hijacked Hanyan's cosmetics endorsement using identical psychological warfare. Now the trainee she'd sacrificed to corporate politics was ascending like a phoenix, fueled by an invisible patron.

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"Track that IP!" Her command cracked glass cabinets housing blacklisted artist files.

Ye Family Vault, 23:47

Ye Chen leaned against bullion stacks glowing under motion-sensor lights. The 10x Rebate Card timer pulsed in his augmented reality overlay: [00:12:19]. His smirk deepened recalling SharkTV's board emergency meeting last week—the moment his shell companies collectively acquired 51% voting rights during their panic over "mystery investor activity."

"System," he murmured, adjusting his Audemars Piguet, "allocate two million through the Cayman funnel."

[Actual expenditure: 200k. Offshore rebate: 2M processed.]

Banking alerts synced with Hanyan's live stream detonating in phoenix storms. The PK counter shattered psychological thresholds.

Digital Colosseum

"Spam the report button!" Ling's vocal cords betrayed years of clove cigarettes. "They're running bots! I'll sue—"

(User "YuanyanGlory" permanently banned. Reason: Suspicious transaction patterns.)

In Yuanyan's server farm, Manager Zhao watched his embezzlement scheme combust. He'd bypassed internal audits but miscalculated SharkTV's new AI watchdog—a neural network trained on Ye's private hedge fund algorithms. SEC subpenas already bloomed across monitors.

"Impossible!" Ling's $800 nail extension snapped against her phone screen. Then froze—a ghost from the past materialized in Hanyan's chat:

"'Yilin's Failed Investment' gifted 100 Rotten Eggs?" Hanyan plucked a diminished seventh chord on her Fender. "When you planted that camera in our dressing room... did you know iPhone 11s log metadata even when powered off?"

The internet erupted. Forensic analysts later proved the "accidental leak" that destroyed Hanyan's career contained geotags matching Ling's Shanghai penthouse.

Koenigsegg Gemera, Sunset Boulevard

Ye spun the titanium key fob engraved with SharkTV's coordinates. Paparazzi scattered from the hypercar's anti-surveillance sonic pulse—a feature he'd demanded during last month's acquisition. System glyphs materialized across his retinal display:

[Primary Objective: Complete]

[Asset "Bai Hanyan" Loyalty Index: 92% (+20%)

Yilin Stock Forecast: 14% surge by market open]

The PK counter froze at 30,000,000:0. As Ling'Live stereo collapsed into digital entropy, audio sensors captured porcelain shattering—Beverly Hills gossip blogs later correlated the timestamp with a 2AM consultation at Dr. Wu's reconstructive surgery clinic.