OFR – Chapter 309 He is back!

Six thousand Supreme Rockets—blasted across the entire platform in a full-server announcement!

In the Douyu TV atmosphere where the entire user base was gearing up for battle, it stood out like a blazing Halley’s Comet.

A Little Cold.
Countless active Douyu users stared at that flashing name in the announcement banner, their emotions a tangled web.

Some were excited.
Some were shocked.
Some were stirred with blood-pumping energy.
Some were jealous.
Some were utterly overwhelmed.

In short, feelings ran the full spectrum.

Especially among the big shots—those currently rallying their teams and streamers for the final sprint to the Power Rankings—something unexplainable stirred deep inside them as they saw the announcement.

Not because they were overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of the 6,000 rockets. After all, 6,000 rockets only equaled around 3 million yuan. With Douyu’s 30% rebate, the actual spend was even less.

To ordinary users, lesser nobles, or small-time streamers, a one- or two-million-yuan gift haul might be awe-inspiring. Worship-worthy, even.

But to the likes of Guan Zong, Yuan Yangjun, Luo Tianshen, the goddess Xiaoxi—names that dominated the streaming industry—this was child’s play.

If they really wanted to shake things up, their announcements would be far more earth-shattering.

So what unsettled them wasn’t the rockets, but rather… the ID that came with them.

A Little Cold.

Yes—only those who had personally experienced the storm he had caused in recent months truly understood what this ID represented. How terrifying its weight was.

Especially when they recalled last time—this very man had almost madly stood alone against the entire alliance of streaming tycoons they had assembled. And even though he ultimately seemed to falter, his spirit and presence had never once been suppressed.

What kind of unshakable confidence did it take to act like that?

Many of them couldn’t comprehend it.

Yes, they were feeling a touch of unease.
But it wasn’t the kind of worry born from fear of losing.

It was the worry of what it would cost them to win against him.

They were confident—even if this man, who once raised a storm across Douyu, returned now, he would still lose.

After all, no matter how impressive he was in a one-on-one, tomorrow’s battle was not a solo match.

Tomorrow was the Grand Power Rankings Battle—the most important showdown in the entire livestreaming industry.

Every major platform would mobilize their strongest teams to form coalitions, waging war on behalf of their side.

Douyu, of course, would be no exception.

Did people truly believe that the “God-Tier Alliance” that had once made even Douyu’s own officials tremble in fear was something hastily thrown together?

Anyone who had been in this industry long enough knew otherwise.

Forming an alliance that included four of the top teams and more than a dozen elite groups required immense negotiation—division of profits, influence, status, and more.

That God-Tier Alliance was the end product of extensive planning by the top players of the industry.

The alliance wasn’t just built to fend off rival platforms.

It was also meant to crush anyone within Douyu who dared to oppose them.

So if “A Little Cold”—that foolhardy soul—wanted to stand against them once again, dreaming of being a one-man army, they wouldn’t hesitate to make him crash and burn swiftly and brutally before everyone’s eyes.

They had the guts.
They had the resources.

And if it cost them a bit more than expected—so be it.

They could afford the price.

After all, if this alliance, which practically ruled half of Douyu’s powerhouses, couldn’t handle that, then they didn’t deserve to compete in tomorrow’s Power Rankings Battle at all.

When the alliance was formed, they already believed they were invincible.

Because they knew the top-ranked god-patron in the entire streaming industry—Nalan Yunshao—had been quiet for months, seemingly having quit the internet. He almost certainly wouldn’t show up tomorrow.

And the second-ranked patron—Boss Niu—was dealing with major blows to his company. He was drowning in real-world crises, with no time or money to spare for some internet flexing.

That left only eight god-tier patrons in the field.

Of those, four belonged to their alliance. That alone gave them a chokehold on half the battlefield.

With that kind of dominance, could they not declare themselves unbeatable?

So, as these thoughts ran through their minds, many simply chuckled when looking back at the server-wide announcement with that flashing name.

Let him show off for a day. So what?

Six thousand rockets?
Is that enough to shift the balance for tomorrow’s rankings?
Is that enough to change the outcome of the entire war?

Heh. No. Not even close.

Everyone understood—this showy move was likely just A Little Cold’s way of announcing his return.

But in the grand scheme of things, did it matter if he came back or not?

Could he stir up a storm and flip the heavens and earth on his own?

No one thought so.

So a wave of quiet, mocking laughter rippled through the top circles.

One by one, they looked away from the announcement, and returned to their QQ groups and private FishBar discussion forums, getting back to their strategies for tomorrow’s showdown.

But just seconds after they resumed their discussions—

BOOM.

The server-wide announcement flashed again.

And this time, it came with an overwhelming aura of invincibility.