Chapter 944: Suicide Note
Fate has been kind to me. By chance, I joined the Federal Live Broadcasting Company and became a streamer. Over the past ten years, I've grown from a small streamer to an S-level streamer, and have established myself on the Federal Star. I decided that after this contract is complete, I would not renew it and could pursue my own pursuits.
I wanted to see the romantic scenery of the travel planet, learn the talents I longed for but could never achieve in my youth, let go of my obsessions, and pursue the people I might meet in the vast sea of people... But I didn't expect that the Federal Live Broadcasting Company, which had been so kind to me, didn't treat me as a human being.
I never imagined I'd be tricked into giving Zhu Xing, a man a hundred years my senior, obese, and utterly ugly, to a tax bureau on the Federal Star as a gift. The day I finally died, I opened my eyes to endless pain, nausea, and vomiting. In that instant, I didn't want to live anymore.
But I wanted to fight! I wanted to swim against the tide, but I didn't expect them to leave videos and photos and send them to me. I saw my ugliest self, everything was so disgusting. They used photos like that to blackmail me—
I panicked. I fancied myself strong, thinking, "I'll expose it. Let them publish it. It's just a photo. I'm the victim in this incident, and everyone will understand me." But those photos were so disgusting that even I found them disgusting.
My retreat, my weakness, emboldened them. I gradually lost my dignity as a human being. They found me again, this time not to knock me out, but to inform me that the 'lively' me was even more appealing.
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It was a bewildering darkness, and I was timid, afraid to recall the past or think about the future. For a moment, I considered saying goodbye to the daylight, but soon my fear returned. Amidst the interplay of cold and heat, I felt I couldn't endure it.
I truly can't endure this any longer. I can't bear the consequences. Even though I've acted so strong, I refuse to give in. Today, I'm donning a red robe and using Bai Chou to end my life. I hope I can, like the ancient texts, transform into an immortal being, forever cursing Federal Live and its shareholders and owners.
I hope that after my death, my story will be known to everyone, and the crimes committed by Federal Live will also be known to everyone. If my photos or videos are unfortunately leaked, I hope that no one will view or spread them.
[This is the end of the story. I've chosen to tell this letter to a former friend. I chose her because she's currently working in the self-media industry... Too utilitarian. After I die, my estate will be divided according to the videos I've left behind. Thirty percent will go to my parents and brothers, ten percent will go to friends who were unfortunately affected by my actions, and the remainder will be used to hire a lawyer to represent me in my legal battles. If there's any left after everything is over, it will be donated entirely to the Federal Learning Center.]
[This letter is intended to support students who, like me, have lost their education. Farewell, friends and fans. Having read this, I realize I have no attachment left. I only hope that justice will be served after my death.]
Every word is heart-wrenching.
This is a suicide note that will make anyone who sees it stop and stare, feel a chill, and tremble.
In addition to the grief, the fans of this female anchor and righteous passers-by quickly raised the banner, jointly opened circles, organized groups and activities, and were determined to seek justice for her.
(End of this chapter)
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