After returning to her rented room, Feng Ling tossed her delivery uniform onto the washing machine, and her dress restored itself with her magic power.
She fell onto her back on the bed, holding up her phone as she seriously considered the feasibility of this method.
This identity as a Magical Girl was truly a traffic password—after all, no matter what a Magical Girl did, someone would watch.
Moreover, she already had a small fanbase, so even livestreaming wouldn’t be starting from scratch.
In theory, it was completely feasible.
Without further ado, Feng Ling bounced off the bed, downloaded a livestreaming app, found the platform where Chi Yun was active, and clicked into the registration page.
In the nickname field, she unhesitatingly filled in “Magical Girl Feng Ling Official” and set her own headshot as the avatar.
Filling in these basic details was quick.
But as she proceeded with further registration, Feng Ling discovered a problem.
With a click of the next button, the app suddenly popped up a face-scan window for real-name authentication.
Magical Girl Feng Ling’s delicate features and cyan-white hair appeared on the screen.
“No face recognized.”
The Magical Girl’s face clearly wasn’t registered in the modern identity system.
Feng Ling looked at the error message and realized she couldn’t use the identity of Magical Girl Feng Ling to complete real-name authentication.
Under normal circumstances, she could directly use her identity as Jiang Zhu to authenticate.
But this was her livestream account as Magical Girl Feng Ling.
The current livestream platforms also had a rule: once the follower count reached a certain scale, they forced the display of real-name information.
If her name “Jiang Zhu” were to be displayed, it would be all over.
“So I have to give up?”
Watching the easy money slip away from her grasp, Feng Ling naturally wouldn’t let it go.
But thinking about her social network as Feng Ling, she had no friends nearby, and no one willing to authenticate for her.
“I can’t accept this.”
On the screen, Chi Yun had already finished her product promotion segment and was now interacting with fans via voice chat.
The screen was split into two halves: on the left, Chi Yun, now in loose loungewear, sat in front of the camera; on the right, a fan of Chi Yun chatted excitedly with their idol.
Feng Ling understood the rules of the voice chat: fans had to tip the streamer a certain amount to qualify.
The tip leaderboard kept scrolling beside her, each line a number of hard cash, making Feng Ling’s eyes turn red with envy.
As everyone knew, if she could increase her income by 20%, Feng Ling would become active; by 50%, she would take risks; by 100%, she would dare to trample all the rules of the Magical Girl Association; and by 300%, she would do anything, even risk revealing her identity.
And the potential earnings from livestreaming far exceeded 300%.
So making Feng Ling abandon this idea was clearly impossible.
After pacing around the room a few times, the plan she had repeatedly rejected and picked up again within minutes finally surfaced in her mind.
She did know someone who could help her with real-name authentication—the only person who wouldn’t ask why she couldn’t do it herself…
And that person was Magical Girl Lian Ge.
After all, in her eyes, Feng Ling was a poor little thing wandering alone, carefully hiding her identity as a Demon Beast.
And as a Demon Beast, of course she couldn’t complete human real-name authentication.
Helping her register an account, allowing this severely insecure little Demon Beast to find a cozy corner on the internet where she belonged—that was perfectly reasonable.
As for potential risks…
This was an opportunity to multiply her income several times over.
How could Feng Ling have time to think about all that?
Before even registering the account, Feng Ling had already ordered various livestreaming equipment and planned to move to a new rented room.
Under the temptation of such huge profits, even Feng Ling, that miser, wasn’t stingy about spending money on this.
After placing the order, the logistics info showed it was expected to arrive tomorrow.
Feng Ling fell onto the bed in satisfaction, too lazy to even cancel her Transformation, and curled up under the covers still wearing that pale cyan dress.
Her eyes sparkled in the dark.
In her mind, she had already envisioned herself talking eloquently in front of the camera, with a barrage of comments flooding the screen and the sound of tip notifications ringing endlessly.
When she woke up, it was Monday morning.
Feng Ling poked her head out from the covers, and the first thing she did was pull out the specialized phone issued by the Association to check today’s task schedule.
But Monday had no specific arrangements—the only requirement was to be on standby at all times to prevent Demon Beast attacks.
This meant that today there would likely be no Demon Beasts to fight, which meant no fans to harvest, which meant no extra income today.
Also, she had hoped to wait for Lian Ge to come to her after fighting a Demon Beast.
Now with nothing to do, she could only wait until tomorrow.
But thinking that every day delayed was a day of loss, Feng Ling rarely decided to take the initiative and call Lian Ge.
She took the special phone from the Association, found Lian Ge’s number, and called her.
“Hello, hello, Lian Ge, are you there?”
At this time, Lian Ge hadn’t transformed yet; it was Lin Ciwei’s everyday voice.
“I’m here. What’s wrong, Feng Ling?”
In her memory, Feng Ling had never called proactively.
Every call was made by her—either to assign tasks, notify meetings, or to hold Feng Ling accountable for setting up her stall without permission.
“I… want to ask you for a favor. Can you come to Seaside Park?”
“Sure, I’ll come right now.”
Lian Ge agreed readily.
Apart from frequently obstructing Feng Ling when she was making money, she was quite enthusiastic at other times.
Feng Ling flew to Seaside Park and landed at the central fountain in the square.
The passersby were like walking human-shaped wallets—if Feng Ling called out, she would get a hundred responses.
In normal times, she would have already rushed over with her payment QR code.
But she held back.
Right now, leaving a good impression on Lian Ge was the most important thing.
She couldn’t ruin her grand plan for a fortune over a small gain.
Soon, Lian Ge arrived, landing from the air.
Seeing Feng Ling obediently standing still, rarely showing any mischievous behavior, Lian Ge’s expression became visibly relieved.
She waved at Feng Ling and walked over to her.
“Feng Ling, did you encounter some difficulty? It’s rare to see you contact me proactively.”
“I… did encounter some difficulties…”
Feng Ling said in a low tone, while leading Lian Ge toward a less crowded area.
“I’ve thought it over and over, and only you can help me.”
When they had almost reached an empty spot, Feng Ling confessed directly.
“Lian Ge, I want to ask you to help me with real-name authentication. Is that okay?”