However, just because his voice could alleviate the listener’s fatigue didn’t mean—

—that Posena was actually a good singer.

His voice was certainly pleasant, but it wasn’t exactly angelic. Moreover, Posena knew very few songs. In all his years of streaming, he had basically only ever sung three to five songs.

Anyone who had followed him for a while could hum his tunes with their eyes closed.

As a result, his die-hard fans were mostly mentally drained, middle-aged people, office drones just starting their careers, or university students struggling through exam season. These people desperately needed a way to relieve their exhaustion and didn’t care if he sang the same song over and over.

After all, Spirit Nourishing Liquid was really expensive, and it tasted awful.

Usually, everyone would just tune into the stream, close their eyes, and listen. Once the stream ended, they could fall asleep quickly.

It might have been dull, but that dullness was filled with a sense of peace, contentment, and relief.

But today— 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

—was different. Very different.

First of all, the comments were different. Even though the comments were shared during previous PKs, what people saw was usually more of the same.

[Wow, the streamer is so handsome!]

The office drone thought, ’What’s the point of being handsome? It’s not like you can turn good looks into cash.’

[OMG, this storyline is so sweet!]

The middle-aged person thought, ’Everyone knows it’s scripted. It’s fake. What’s so sweet about it?’

[So strong! This pro is a beast at puzzle games! Is this the gap between my IQ and a master’s?!]

The student thought, ’If you want to test IQ, you should start with a set of interstellar math problems. After all, math and science are the real measures of human intelligence. Puzzle games? Who cares.’

But today’s comments—

[Wow, so delicious!]

Everyone thought, ’How can a bunch of data be delicious? They must be poor, or have never seen the world. Or maybe they’re one of those people who says everything tastes good. It’s probably just hype.’

[Butt meat! Butt meat! Butt meat!]

[Even if it’s butt meat, it’s delicious!]

Everyone’s internal reaction: ???

A seed of curiosity was planted in everyone’s mind.

But their interest went no further than curiosity. Posena was singing, after all. Listening to his song soothed their minds, smoothing away their mental jitters and fatigue. To them, listening to the song was as good as saving money, and it wasn’t worth wasting that benefit just to satisfy a little curiosity.

This money-saving mindset lasted right up until a sweet and sour aroma—a scent that made one desperately want to eat—wafted over to their side. Then, it came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone wondered, ’What is that?’

Such a peculiar fragrance was a rarity even in high-end revolving restaurants. It was pure and appetizing, igniting an instant desire to eat with just a single whiff.

’Could... could it be—’

’—the aroma of the butt meat?’

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Soon, they found their attention being completely captured by the stream next door.

After the sweet and sour fragrance, a richer, more mellow aroma soon followed. This one was more complex than the last; besides the sweetness and sourness, there was also a mouth-watering quality to it.

It was like a desire rooted deep in the human soul.

It called out, yearned—

’I want meat! I want meat! I want meat!’

But no one could clearly articulate this feeling.

The younger students were the first to give in and switch to the other stream. The office drones and middle-aged people held out a bit longer, simply closing their eyes to savor the aroma. After inhaling the fragrance for a while with the familiar song in their ears, they were shocked to find their condition had improved dramatically.

This prompted a new wave of comments.

[Is Miss Posena in even better form today?]

[Why does it feel like my fatigue is fading faster today?]

[I feel like his voice sounds even more beautiful.]

[Maybe he got a power-up because of the PK?]

This reasoning met with unanimous agreement from the audience. But soon after, Posena opened his eyes and stopped singing.

He glanced at the comments and replied, "No, that’s not it."