Chapter 2

Working from memory, I searched for the influencers who had copied my sister and eventually become huge in my previous life.

One of them already had half as many followers as she did, and the number was still rising.

I watched recordings of her recent streams. By my rough estimate, she was earning tens of thousands a night. No wonder my sister had been even more vicious lately.

I smiled and casually placed a few dozen orders with the ones who were livestreaming or selling products, giving their numbers a boost.

But that wasn't enough. My eyes settled on the pile of cardboard boxes in the corner.

They contained the unregulated weight-loss tea my sister had so "generously" given me.

I opened a box, poured the tea into a basin, and soaked her daily lettuce in it overnight.

After eating the lettuce, my sister sat on the toilet, vomiting and having diarrhea at the same time. Yet she looked thrilled.

"My body's detoxing! I'm going to lose more weight!"

"Five lettuce leaves a day is still too much. I can't keep bingeing like this. It's more than my body can handle. I'm about to break below sixty-six pounds!"

The next day, she stopped eating lettuce altogether. She ate only ten grains of rice.

I was stunned.

In my previous life, some fans who drank the tea she sold had ended up in the ER, weak and dehydrated from diarrhea.

My sister had diarrhea for a week. Her body grew weaker, but her spirits kept rising.

I'd meant to torment her. Instead, I'd rewarded her.

I said nothing. I simply stopped recording and sent a few expensive virtual gifts to her rivals.

Within a week, those influencers blew up ahead of schedule.

My sister kept losing followers. Her nightly livestream earnings fell to a few hundred dollars.

On camera, the corners of her mouth twitched with fury, but she forced herself to smile.

Expressions flickered across her gaunt, angular face. She looked like a zombie.

Grinning, I started stirring things up in the chat.

"Have you gained weight lately? Your face looks rounder. Does that weight-loss tea even work?"

My sister rushed to explain. "Of course it does! I just drank too much water and got a little puffy. A few trips to the bathroom will fix it."

"Order another ten boxes, babes. I promise it works!"

"But I've been drinking it for a week, and I've only lost half a pound."

"Chloe lost five pounds in two days. Can you do that?"

"Your streams are honestly boring. I'd rather watch Chloe or Lily~"

Someone agreed. "Yeah, I followed Lily's meal plan and lost two pounds yesterday. Her results are way better."

"Does it really work that well?"

"Don't believe me? Lily's live right now. Let's all go look."

The viewer count plummeted before my sister could even beg them to stay.

After ending the stream, she smashed her bowl. A few pitiful grains of rice scattered across the floor.

Then she stepped on the scale again. Staring at the glowing "66," she burst into tears.

I twisted the knife. "You work so hard to lose weight, but you still can't beat people who are naturally better at it. Maybe you're just not cut out for this."

"People want fast results now. You're already so thin that losing more could kill you. Why not gain weight instead? That could bring in a whole new audience."

Tears and snot ran down her face as she glared at me.

"I'd rather die than turn into a disgusting fat pig like you!"

I didn't argue. I just turned up the volume on my phone.

A two-hundred-twenty-pound streamer was devouring burgers, announcing that she'd gained another two pounds yesterday and celebrating reaching a hundred thousand followers.

I tapped the screen and sent her a virtual rocket.

My sister's skeletal face reflected in the screen. Her eyes widened slightly, gleaming as she watched the gifts flood in...