On the other side, Dorothy also successfully matched into the game.
All the players appeared together in a temporary in-game plaza.
At the center of the screen was a countdown timer, while the top-left corner kept popping up notifications of players rapidly joining.
In just ten seconds, the 100-player limit was filled.
Dorothy usually enjoyed playing games, and she had some prior experience with third-person shooters, so she picked things up quickly.
In fact, the game had almost no learning curve.
The controls followed standard shooter logic:
Crouch, prone, sprint, shoot, reload, switch scopes, and so on.
There was no learning cost at all.
Even players who had never touched this type of game before could quickly understand how it worked through the on-screen prompts.
"Wow, that's Porsccer, the streamer with ten million followers!"
"I didn't expect him to get an ad deal too. I heard ads for streamers like that can be worth millions—so jealous."
"Makes me kind of want to become a streamer too."
Some viewers in the livestream chats expressed their envy.
But soon enough, everyone's attention shifted to the game itself.
The simple control scheme made it very easy for viewers to follow along as well.
The only extra mechanic was building and dismantling structures.
In the temporary preparation plaza, players were even given building materials so they could familiarize themselves with the basics of construction.
Once all 100 players were ready, the match officially began.
Everyone was transported to a new scene.
This time, they were all gathered inside a flying bus in the sky.
Someone had apparently enabled in-game voice chat, and faintly, voices from other streamers' broadcasts could be heard.
"Hey, Lawson, you're streaming this game too?"
"Oh, Turtle King, didn't expect to see you here. Weren't you a fighting-game streamer?"
"Heh, you know how it is."
"Ah, right. I get it."
They were all streamers drawn in by the advertising money.
"Wow, there are million-subscriber streamers in here too. Can I get an autograph?"
"By the way, do big streamers get any perks? Like better starting gear?"
"No way. Everyone's equipment here is totally fair. With good luck, anyone can get strong weapons."
"Oh, really? I thought big streamers would get special treatment."
"Fairness, huh… I like that."
The streamers openly used public voice chat.
At the same time, some smaller streamers' eyes lit up.
They suddenly realized a possible way to make themselves famous.
That is—
Find a chance to kill a big streamer early, and let that streamer's audience remember their name.
Some people are just born with a knack for seizing opportunities, even when those opportunities seem unreasonable.
As long as it brings attention, it can be enough to make them famous.
Soon, the game interface popped up with the option to jump.
Some players instinctively clicked to skydive, and their characters leapt from the flying bus toward the ground.
The game mechanics ensured that even players who didn't manually control their descent would still land safely, without taking fatal fall damage.
However, some sharp-eyed streamers had already noticed that the large map below contained many bustling city districts.
Before playing, they already knew the goal: eliminate all other players and leave only one winner.
Every location below could spawn powerful weapons.
They needed to grab weapons as quickly as possible, eliminate nearby opponents, and fight their way toward final victory.
Dorothy's understanding of the game was excellent—probably because she liked playing games in her spare time.
She grasped the mechanics immediately, glided toward a city at top speed, and automatically deployed her parachute just before hitting the ground.
Perhaps her luck was genuinely good.
The moment she landed, she saw a machine gun right in front of her.
Dorothy didn't hesitate.
She sprinted to the weapon, just as another streamer was also rushing toward it.
Dorothy was faster.
The instant she picked it up, she swung her mouse, aimed at the approaching streamer, and opened fire.
Before that streamer could even react, they became the first player eliminated in the match.
A few seconds later, the second elimination appeared.
Then, one by one, eliminated streamer names popped up in the top-right corner of the screen.
Most of them weren't gaming streamers at all.
Not everyone had prior gaming experience like Dorothy.
Many were here purely for the advertising fee.
They picked up the controls quickly, but that didn't mean they could compete with experienced players.
Among them was even a singing streamer with over a million followers.
She blinked at her elimination screen, completely confused.
"Eh? Eh? I was still in the air—how did I die already?"
"Hahaha, you're so bad, streamer. Someone landed earlier and shot you down."
"I've already memorized the streamer who killed you. I'm going to their channel right now."
"Wait for me, I'm going too."
The audience was in full spectator mode.
Seeing a million-follower streamer get instantly wiped out—before even landing properly—sent the chat into laughter.
Maybe the game wasn't amazing.
But it sure was entertaining.
Watching streamers get embarrassed like this was surprisingly fun.
The million-follower singing streamer immediately became upset.
"I've never played video games before, okay?! And you heartless people are laughing at me? Just wait—I'm queueing again!"
Within just a few minutes, more than twenty streamers had already been eliminated.
The first thing they did after getting knocked out was queue up for another match.
No matter what, they had to get their face back.
I'm a streamer with a million followers!
Getting eliminated like that was way too humiliating.
At the very least, they needed to survive a bit longer.
The million-follower streamer was convinced it was just her mistake.
Earlier, she'd been too busy admiring the scenery and the map.
She was actually quite curious about video games.
This time, she decided to take it seriously.
At the very least—
She wasn't going to get eliminated that fast again.