I sold my house and splurged a staggering nine hundred and ninety thousand credits on card packs in a livestream. The entire internet laughed, waiting for me to lose everything. I just sent one message in the chat: “You promised a hundred-times refund if someone spent a million and didn’t pull the card. Not only did I spend that much, but I just dropped another million. Let’s see how much you’ve got to lose!” In my previous life, my son, Leo, stole my life-saving medical funds for this exact card, leading to my death by illness. That “limited edition card,” however, was just gathering dust in the streamer’s warehouse. Reborn into this life, I swear I’ll make them pay everything! Chad from “Chad’s Box Breaks” and his assistant, Tiffany, were grinning from ear to ear. “Alright, everyone! Huge thanks to our amazing EmpressGale for her support! EmpressGale, you’ve already spent nine hundred and eighty thousand credits opening packs!” Chad picked up a stack of cards for Tiffany to pack. “EmpressGale, you should really stop! Don’t go too crazy! This pure gold, hidden ‘Golden Ox’ card is one of only ten in the world, it’s super rare!” Tiffany giggled, covering her mouth. “Chad, don’t say that! What if EmpressGale is the chosen one? Go for it, sis! Tiffany’s rooting for you! Maybe it’ll be in the next pack!” The chat was spammed with messages. “OMG, is this rich lady actually loaded or just insane? Nine hundred and eighty thousand already!” “I did the math. The streamer has opened 9,800 packs, at 100 credits each. That’s really 980,000 credits! All for one card?” “Someone’s definitely stealing from their company, right?” On my screen, I maintained a blank expression and bought another 100 packs. “Order placed successfully!” A collective gasp erupted in the livestream chat. Chad roared with laughter. “Incredible! Absolutely incredible! EmpressGale, to thank you for your support, I’ll personally unbox every single one of these for you, even if I have to stream until dawn!” Tiffany chimed in. “EmpressGale is so generous! Drop some lucky vibes in the chat, everyone, and cheer on EmpressGale!” I stared coldly at the two on my screen. In my previous life, these two used the same deceptive tactics to trick my son, Leo. Leo stole my five hundred thousand credits, meant for my heart bypass surgery, and blew it all in this livestream. By the time I found out, it was too late. Overwhelmed with rage, I collapsed. Eventually, I drowned in a cold, unforgiving hospital toilet. After my death, I watched as Leo was called a jinx by our relatives, who pointed fingers and shamed him. And after Chad and Tiffany ended their stream, they pulled out that Golden Ox card from their warehouse, calling their boss to boast. “Mr. Hayes’s plan is brilliant! A ‘million and no card, a hundred-times refund’ gimmick—who’d actually spend a million on paper cards? We can release this card whenever we want!” When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. This time, I sold my only house, gathering three million credits. You thought no one would spend a million on unboxing? I’m not just going to spend it, I’m going to spend enough to make sure you lose everything!
“Seraphina! Are you insane! You actually sold the house?!” On the other end of the phone, my sister Maya’s voice was sharp with panic. “That was the only thing you and your husband had left! What about Leo? Where will you live?!” I listened calmly to my sister’s incomprehensible shouts. Watching Chad on the screen, mechanically unboxing cards like a numb robot, I couldn’t help but smile. “Seraphina, don’t smile like that, it’s creepy! Have you been scammed? I’m calling the police right now!” Maya’s voice was tearful. “Maya, don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing.” “You know what you’re doing? By selling your house?!” I hung up the phone. I knew she meant well. In my previous life, after my death, she tried to get justice for me, but Chad’s company slandered her, accusing her of extortion. She eventually succumbed to depression. This time, I wouldn’t let anyone I care about get hurt. Soon, another 100 packs were unboxed by Chad. Still no Golden Ox. Seeing that I hadn’t placed another order, the chat rhythm shifted. “Where’d she go? Why isn’t the rich lady talking? Out of money?” “LOL, 990,000 down the drain. She’s probably getting ready to jump off a bridge now.” Tiffany feigned concern. “EmpressGale, are you still there? Don’t scare us. Card unboxing is just for fun, please don’t do anything drastic.” Chad sighed dramatically. “Sigh, I told everyone to spend rationally. This lady just wouldn’t listen. Tiffany, maybe we should call the police? If something serious happens, we can’t take responsibility.” They instantly distanced themselves. The livestream chat erupted with praises for their “conscience.” I topped up another million credits and placed another order. “Chad… EmpressGale just ordered another ten thousand one hundred packs of ‘Baby Bull Collector’s Edition’!” Tiffany’s voice, next to him, was trembling slightly. The screen immediately filled with question marks and “OMG!” messages. Chad’s smile froze. He never imagined someone would actually drop another million just for a card. Chad’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He gulped down a large drink of water to steady himself. “Cough, cough… EmpressGale, what are you doing? You must be joking, right? I suggest you don’t pursue this. I’ll have my assistant cancel the order for you right away.” His voice was now laced with an almost imperceptible tremor. Seeing his panic, I raised my hand and initiated a paid call-in, an exclusive VIP privilege that streamers on this platform are obligated to accept. “Chad, don’t panic. If I remember correctly, your livestream’s rule is: if someone spends a million credits and doesn’t pull a Golden Ox, you’ll pay a hundred-times refund on the unboxing fee, right?” My voice echoed through the livestream. The chat, which had been mocking me moments ago, froze. Everyone was stunned. Chad and Tiffany’s faces turned instantly ashen. “Sis… you… you can’t be serious, that was just for stream effect, to add some fun…” Chad started stammering, his composure completely gone. “Stream effect, you say?” I pressed on. “Your livestream’s background wall clearly displays, in bold red letters: ‘Spend a Million, No Card? Get a Hundred-Times Refund!’ Are you now telling me that was just for effect?” Chad seemed to remember something. He spun around, and the eight bold words on the background wall made cold sweat bead on his forehead. The livestream audience finally caught on. “Holy crap! There really is such a rule! I always thought it was just hot air!” “I remember too! Chad kept talking about it, saying he welcomed big spenders to challenge him!” “A hundred times a million… that’s a hundred million?!” “My God! This is going to be epic!” “The streamer isn’t going to back out, is he? This is going to be good!” Public opinion flipped. Chad looked at the chat, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word. He looked desperately at Tiffany, who nervously lowered her head. Just then, my son, Leo, burst through the door. He had clearly been watching the stream, his small face flushed. “Mom! Is that you on Chad’s stream! Are you crazy! Where do we get all that money! Stop it! Cancel the order now!”
This was the first time I’d seen my son since being reborn. Seeing his distressed expression, my heart ached. But I still pushed him away, my voice cold as I warned him. “Get out, now.” “Mom! My teacher said gambling is illegal! You’ll go to jail! I don’t want you to go to jail!” Leo cried, kneeling at my feet, pleading with me to stop. “Get out!” I snapped, my voice harsh. Leo froze, startled by my ferocity. I had never been so harsh with him, but to make him learn his lesson about card unboxing, and for my revenge, I had to be strong. I steeled my heart, picked him up, threw him out of the room, and locked the door, ignoring his cries. After dealing with Leo, I fought back tears and turned my attention back to the livestream. Hearing my conflict with Leo, Chad and Tiffany seemed to find a lifeline. Chad immediately put on a pained expression. “EmpressGale! You’re going too far! How can you do this in front of your child! You’re teaching him to gamble! Do you have any regard for him?” Tiffany’s eyes immediately welled up. “Sis, please stop. Look how scared your child is. Money can be earned again, but if you lose your family, you lose everything! For your child’s sake, don’t keep going down this path!” They instantly seized the moral high ground, portraying me as a negligent mother. The chat exploded again. “Gross, gambling with her kid’s money?” “What a crazy woman! Doesn’t deserve to be a mom!” “Streamer, call the police! This is definitely domestic abuse! Child abuse!” I looked at the chat and smiled. In my previous life, you said the same things. I ignored their accusations and continued my questioning. “Don’t be so quick to label me. Chad, answer my question first. If a million credits are spent and no card is pulled, is it a hundred-million-credit refund? Does what you advertise every day on your stream count or not? If it doesn’t, then refund me!” Chad was pushed into a corner, knowing he couldn’t just smooth things over. He gritted his teeth, forcing a smile. “Alright, EmpressGale! Since you’re so determined, Chad’s Box Breaks will play this game to the end!” He slapped the table. “I’ll unbox it for you right now! In front of hundreds of thousands of people online! If I really don’t pull two Golden Ox cards in these remaining ten thousand one hundred packs, I’ll directly pay you two hundred million! Chad’s Box Breaks always keeps his word!” He was gambling with me. Gambling that my next million-credit order would yield a Golden Ox. They were also very clever. They didn’t say they’d pay me a hundred million if the next hundred packs didn’t yield a Golden Ox. Instead, they combined the two million-credit orders, betting on pulling two cards. They could use the excuse of going to the warehouse to retrieve more packs, then secretly re-seal a Golden Ox into a pack. If they could pull one Golden Ox from the remaining ten thousand packs, this crisis would be over. If not, the time it took to unbox ten thousand packs would be enough for them to fake a Golden Ox card and re-seal it into a pack. This way, the livestream could create drama while avoiding compensation. It was their usual trick. I looked at Chad’s face, twisted with excitement, and sneered inwardly. Finally, I had lured him into the trap, making him live up to his streamer persona. The real show was about to begin!
Seeing me disconnect the call, Chad also became highly agitated. He had Tiffany bring in ten thousand packs, piling them into a small mountain. “Folks! Today, let us witness a miracle together! Witness the birth of the Golden Ox!” He roared into the camera. Tiffany fanned the flames beside him. “Card Breakers! Hit that follow button! Drop those badges! Send in those gifts! Let’s all wish EmpressGale good luck and cheer on Chad!” The livestream’s popularity peaked, with online viewers exceeding a million. Everyone was captivated by this million-credit gamble, eagerly awaiting the outcome. Chad took a deep breath and started unboxing. “Nothing!” “Nothing!” “Still nothing!” He unboxed faster and faster, sweat dripping from his face. Tiffany stood by, offering water and wiping his brow. “Almost there, almost there, it has to be soon!” “Oh my god, this is so intense! My heart’s pounding out of my chest!” Time ticked by. Half an hour. An hour. Two hours. The mountain of card packs rapidly dwindled. The “Golden Ox” still hadn’t appeared. The atmosphere in the livestream shifted from frenzied to eerie. “The odds are ridiculously low, aren’t they? He’s opened thousands of packs already?” “I’m starting to get a weird feeling. What if there really isn’t one?” “If he really doesn’t pull it in these ten thousand packs, isn’t the streamer going to have to pay 200 million?” “Dude, you’re overthinking it. It’ll definitely come out in the last few packs. It’s just a script.” Chad’s face grew increasingly grim, his movements mechanical, his hands starting to tremble. Tiffany couldn’t even manage a smile, biting her lip nervously. She anxiously shot Chad meaningful glances. But Chad ignored her, burying his head in the packs. He couldn’t stop, only hoping the company would save him soon. When he reached the very last pack, Chad took it from Tiffany. Then, he began his performance. “Folks! Wish me luck! This is the last pack! If I don’t pull two Golden Ox cards from this pack, I’ll have to pay 200 million!” After saying that, Chad clasped his hands together and began to pray. Watching Chad’s expression, I couldn’t help but marvel at their acting skills. This last pack, I thought, must be one they re-sealed, and it definitely contains two Golden Ox cards. Sure enough, just as I expected, after Chad finished praying, he picked up a pair of golden scissors. He shouted. “Folks! The miracle happens now!” Then, with a swish, he cut open the pack and pulled out two limited edition cards. Golden Ox! “Hahahahaha! We got it! Finally! Folks! Did you see that! A miracle! Two golds in one pack!” Chad laughed, tears streaming down his face—half acted, half genuine relief. Tiffany clapped excitedly. “Congratulations, EmpressGale! It’s your persistence that allowed us to witness this great moment!” The livestream chat erupted. Over a million viewers simultaneously spammed messages of congratulations. Watching them perform with such gusto, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. So, I clicked on the livestream’s shopping cart and ordered another ten thousand packs.
The livestream screen froze the moment my order went through. Chad and Tiffany’s expressions of wild joy were abruptly replaced by shock. “Chad… EmpressGale, she just ordered another ten thousand packs…” Tiffany’s voice, now laced with a sob, utterly shattered Chad’s fleeting hope. On the screen, after a brief, stunned silence, question marks and exclamation points erupted like a volcanic explosion. “Holy crap! Again? Is she an actual money-printing machine?” “Wait a minute! Didn’t she already get the cards? Why is she still buying?” “I’m confused, what is this rich lady trying to do?” Chad’s face went from ashen to deep green, his eyes glued to the “Order Placed Successfully” system notification on the screen. His lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. I didn’t give him a moment to breathe, initiating another paid call-in. “Chad, don’t just stand there, keep unboxing,” I said calmly, fighting back a smile. Chad snapped back to reality, suddenly jumping up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. “What exactly do you want?! You already pulled the Golden Ox! The event is over!” “Over?” I chuckled softly. “Who said it’s over? Your rule is: ‘Spend a Million, No Card? Get a Hundred-Times Refund,’ but it didn’t say there was a limit.” I stated my case clearly and precisely. “Let me break it down for you. My first order totaled one million credits. You unboxed ninety-nine thousand worth of packs and pulled nothing. Even in that last one thousand credits worth of packs, you didn’t pull a Golden Ox. Therefore, according to your rules, that first million-credit order already triggered the hundred-times refund clause. That’s one hundred million credits.” “As for the two cards you just pulled, they belong to my *second* million-credit order. Congratulations, you don’t have to pay for the second million-credit order, and I can temporarily ignore the hundred million from the first. Now, I’ve placed a *third* million-credit order. Please start unboxing. Millions of viewers are watching, don’t try to back out now.” My words ignited the chat once again. “Holy crap! I get it! She’s a logical genius!” “Yeah! The first million absolutely didn’t yield the card! Those two were from the second million!” “OMG, you can play it like that? So the streamer has to pay 100 million?!” “This isn’t just unboxing cards anymore, this is psychological warfare!” “It’s over, Chad just messed with the wrong person!” Chad’s breathing grew incredibly ragged. He pointed at the camera, his face contorted in a furious scream. “This is extortion! Malicious ordering! You’re trying to ruin us! I’m not unboxing! Go ahead and sue me!” He resorted to being a complete jerk. Tiffany also caught on, immediately turning to the camera and crying. “EmpressGale, why are you doing this? We’re just a small business trying to earn an honest living. You’re so rich, why do you have to pick on us? You’re trying to drive us to ruin!” They started playing the victim card, attempting to gain sympathy and shift public opinion. Some fans started defending them, but most people were simply watching the drama unfold. I coldly observed their pathetic performance. “Chad, are you sure about that? Are you admitting, in front of a million people, that the promise displayed on your livestream’s background wall is a lie? Or are you saying your entire livestream is a scam?” “I…” Chad was choked into silence. “I’ll give you two choices.” My voice hardened. “Either you immediately transfer one hundred million credits to my account and then continue unboxing the cards from my third million-credit order. Or, I call the police right now and report you for commercial fraud. You choose.” After I stated my demands, Chad slumped in his chair, remaining motionless for a long time. The livestream descended into a dead silence. Suddenly, the screen went black. They went offline. They thought going offline would solve everything? How naive. I immediately edited the recorded livestream footage, especially the segments where they promised the hundred-times refund and where they finally admitted to being dishonest. I attached all my order records and payment proofs and posted them online.
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