Chapter 2

"What happened to my cultivation power, then?" Madison had tried to channel her spiritual energy earlier but found that she couldn't. Had she cultivated for a century to end up with nothing? The system hurriedly appeased her. "Calm down, Ms. Locke. You still have your spiritual energy. It's just been suppressed." "Suppressed?" "Yes. You've probably noticed that there's something special about Rebecca Locke," the system said. Madison thought about how astonished she'd been when seeing Rebecca again earlier. Her physiognomy had been clouded by something, and Madison hadn't been able to read her destiny. However, there had been auspicious energy all around Rebecca and a faint golden light around her forehead. It was clear that Rebecca had good fortune and massive good karma. People like her would have good luck wherever she went. In other words, everyone in her life would adore her, and she would always live a wealthy life. In the world of mystic arts, people like her were known as the Chosen One and the apple of the heavens' eye. And in reality, Rebecca was the apple of everyone's eye. "If she's the Chosen One, how could the heavens have allowed her to be born to a murderer father and a thief mother?" Madison asked. The heavens would've made her born into a family with loving parents and bottomless wealth. Then, she would grow up like a princess. The system said, "Uh… I don't know about that." Madison couldn't understand it, so she stopped puzzling over the matter. "How can I restore my spiritual energy?" The system replied, "It's the same as before. Just gather your fortune so that you can fight back against Rebecca's suppression of your spiritual energy. That's how you restore it." The system had been with her even in her past life. Initially, Madison had thought she would win at life with the system by her side. Yet, all that had happened was that her life had ended horribly. The system sensed her disdain and hurriedly said, "We systems are only bodies of artificial intelligence that provide our hosts with opportunities. So, we can't guarantee success. "If you can't complete your mission, you won't receive the corresponding rewards. Your failure is not the system's fault, Ms. Locke. It's only because you're not skillful enough." Madison had nothing to say in refutation. In her past life, the system had suggested a similar solution for her to change her situation and gather fortune. However, she hadn't been capable of doing anything—she hadn't gone to university, nor had she had any skills. Ultimately, she'd chosen to go with the system's suggestion to become a streamer. During her livestreams, she basically sang and danced while chatting with other streamers. This had helped her gain some popularity, but it was far from enough. The system asked, "You're still going to do livestreams now, right, Ms. Locke?" "Yeah." The system was happy to hear that. "According to my analysis of this world, livestreams are the fastest way for you to gain popularity. As long as you gather enough fortune, you'll be able to regain your spiritual energy despite being suppressed by the Chosen One." That made Madison feel a lot more at ease. She wouldn't need to fear anyone as long as she could regain her spiritual energy. After cleaning up and changing into something dry, Madison sat before her desk. She fiddled with her livestreaming equipment before starting a livestream. Instead of immediately speaking, she waited. Ten minutes later, there were already a few thousand viewers. These were the fans she'd gained when singing and dancing in the past. Most of them were men, so the comments in the live chat immediately became lewd. Madison ignored them and continued waiting, looking calm. To gain popularity in the past, she would go along with any requests they made. If they wanted her to dance, she would do it without hesitation. If they wanted her to sing, she would also do so. Some of them even wanted her to swing her hips and shake her butt, which she'd also done. Some viewers even wanted her to call them things like "babe" and "honey". She'd done it all. Her compliance and obedience had led male viewers to take things further and give lecherous comments during her livestream. These things had disgusted her in the past, but she'd endured it for the sake of gaining popularity and fortune. Now, there were still a number of people asking her to shake her hips and put on something sexy. It was only when around a dozen familiar accounts showed up in the livestream's list of viewers that Madison smiled faintly. These were the people she'd been waiting for—these accounts belonged to the trust fund babies of Riverview. They'd grown up with Rebecca, and because of her good fortune, no one in the circle despised her. Even the more roguish trust fund babies liked her. In Madison's past life, these trust fund babies had constantly caused trouble during her livestreams because they were indignant on Rebecca's behalf. They would give Madison various gifts and have her do those embarrassing dances. Then, they would record the dances and show Rebecca the videos to suck up to her. Rebecca would in turn show the Locke family the videos, leading to Madison being reprimanded and banned from streaming. "Are you dancing or singing today, sweetie?" "I'll give you ten rockets if you do a strip tease!" "Do it!" "Do it!" "Go on!" The messages abruptly stopped when Madison finally showed her face before the camera. In the past, she always had a full face of makeup on during her livestreams. Her style had been more toward the filthy-rich heiress type, and her makeup and outfits had always been bright-colored and tacky. Today, however, her face was bare. She sat there without any makeup on. She didn't even have any lipstick applied. Her hair was up in a loose bun. "What's with the change of style, gorgeous?" "Are you going for the angelic look now?" "Well, you're my angel… Can you call me 'babe'?" Madison smiled at the camera. "In today's livestream, I'm going to tell everyone a story." "A story? What kind? Is it a sexy bedtime story?" "Stories are great! I have one that's about us living together, gorgeous. Do you want to talk about that one?" Madison ignored those comments and continued, "I was born to an affluent family in Riverview, but here's where the drama starts—I was switched at birth. This is my first month back home, and my family has thrown me a grand welcome party. "It's lavish, and all the bigshots in Riverview are in attendance. My family introduces me to these people, and this is where the story starts." In a group chat titled "The Riverview Riches", with all of Riverview's trust fund babies inside, the messages start coming in. Jordan Salle: "What the hell does Madison mean by this? Is she going to tell the world her story?" Keith York: "I'm not gonna lie—she isn't much of a storyteller." Queenie Anderson: "What is she even talking about? She's so monotonous that even a robot would be a better storyteller than she is." Jordan: "Let's just see what she has to say." Madison's voice remained calm and monotonous as she said, "My father introduces me to one of his good friends, Mr. Salle. He tells me Mr. Salle only has one son who's around my age and wants me to get along with him. "I look at Mr. Salle in surprise. What I don't expect is that Mr. Salle nods at me with a smile. Now, this is odd. Mr. Salle actually has a daughter, so why doesn't he want to admit her existence? Why did my father say Mr. Salle only has one son? "Is the Salle family so misogynistic that they only want to acknowledge their son's existence? Does their daughter not mean anything to them?" Jordan rolled off the couch and shot to his feet when he heard this. "How dare you fucking tell lies about my family, Madison!" The Salle family she was referring to was obviously none other than his family! He grabbed his keys and ran out of the house. Just then, he ran into his father, Vincent Salle, who had just returned. "Where are you going when you've just gotten back?" Vincent asked. "I have something important to do, Dad." Jordan gnashed his teeth. If Madison had been before him right now, he would have spat in her face and ripped her a new one. The livestream was still ongoing, so Madison's voice rang out from Jordan's phone.