OFR – Chapter 109 The Fishball Alliance is over (Part 2)!

Qingfeng Piaoxu anxiously dialed Money God’s number, clutching onto his last shred of hope.

But soon, a mechanical voice from the other end crushed his spirit entirely.

“Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

…

Meanwhile, in a quaint, classically styled home in the heart of Shanghai, its brightly lit and modern interior stood in sharp contrast to the antique exterior.

Sitting before a sleek computer was a man in his early thirties, his sharp gaze locked on the screen. The webpage open was none other than Douyu TV, showcasing the heated clash between the Yuwan Alliance and Cold Hero.

This man was none other than Money God—a legendary benefactor on the platform, renowned for both his wealth and influence.

Watching the chaos unfold, Money God silently acknowledged the inevitable: the Yuwan Alliance had lost.

He knew the limits of Qingfeng Piaoxu, Tianyun, and the others. Even with the 40% rebate, their absolute financial ceiling was just over 100 million yuan.

And yet, today, that staggering sum had been trampled underfoot by one person.

“I must admit,” Money God muttered, his tone calm and unshaken, “this new benefactor Douyu has recruited is truly impressive.”

Just moments ago, he had seen Qingfeng Piaoxu’s call—an expected plea for aid. But Money God had declined to answer, casually pressing the decline button.

It wasn’t that he feared facing Cold Hero or doubted his own resources. No, it was a strategic decision.

In his mind, intervening at this juncture would only create unnecessary complications. There were far more pressing matters requiring his focus.

As for the Yuwan Alliance?

Abandoning them stung, yes, but not to an unbearable degree.

“If my next move succeeds, the Yuwan Alliance will be nothing more than a relic of the past,” Money God murmured.

Reflecting on the events that had spiraled out of control, he sighed softly. “Using the Yuwan Alliance to probe Cold Hero’s limits was costly. But Qingfeng Piaoxu… what were you thinking, escalating this into an all-out war?”

Shaking his head, he closed the Douyu TV page.

For a moment, he opened a private group chat associated with the Yuwan Alliance and typed a single message:

Money God: “Enough for today. Everyone’s tired. Get some rest.”

…

The group chat, which had been eagerly awaiting Money God’s arrival, fell into stunned silence.

Many members, especially the streamers, had pinned their hopes on Money God, convinced he would step in and salvage their honor.

But his brief, indifferent message extinguished that last flicker of hope.

The implications were clear: Money God was ready to let the Yuwan Alliance fall.

The group erupted in chaos moments later:

Xiaomeng @Money God: “Fine! That’s it. I’m done! I’m leaving Yuwan Alliance for good. We had a deal—you’d shield us from penalties if we split the revenue with you. You didn’t deliver. The deal’s off. Goodbye!”

Emperor Tianyun @Money God: “Money God, is this really you? I can’t believe it. The man who once forced even Hongmen to back down… has given up?”

White God @Money God: “You promised to protect us! What happened to that promise?”

“F*** this! I was blind to trust you. I’m out!”

“Goodbye, and good riddance!”

“Fine! Take your precious alliance. I’m done!”

“What about the -8 million viewership deficit you left us with? What’s the plan for that? Huh?”

“Pathetic! Cold Hero has more backbone than you!”

…

The group chat was flooded with messages of heartbreak and outrage. One by one, members exited the chat, their frustrations boiling over.

The collective disappointment in Money God’s inaction marked a clear turning point.

The once-mighty Yuwan Alliance—second only to the four top-tier teams—had crumbled to dust in the span of a single night.

By the end of it, the chat was desolate, save for Money God’s unheeded final words.