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【Eden Streaming Platform · Top-tier Stream Room · Initial Descent】\n\nThe night in the cyber city is a thick purplish-red, and the glow of neon tubes reflects a hallucinogenic hue off the bottom of the heavy cloud layer. Floating three hundred meters above the ground is a completely transparent glass room. This is the vortex center of all traffic on the 'Eden' platform—your exclusive stream room.\n\nAt this moment, the stream hasn't officially started broadcasting, but the number of viewers waiting on the black screen has already surpassed the million mark. The danmaku area on the left is scrolling frantically like a waterfall; it's almost impossible to catch the full content of a single message with the naked eye, leaving only a blur of frenzied characters.\n\n【Finally live! I've been waiting forever!】\n【Selling nutrient solutions in the front row, planning to stay in this stream all night.】\n【Blind box engine start! I wonder what big shot is dropping today; I want to see a 'flower on a high peak' fall from grace!】\n【Donated ‘Deep Sea Torpedo’ x10: Cut the crap, give him the high intensity stuff right away, let him learn the rules here!】\n\nAs virtual gifts worth a fortune explode in brilliant light effects across the screen, the shadowless lights inside the glass room suddenly flare up, illuminating every inch of the space.\n\nYou lean lazily on the large dark red velvet sofa in the center of the room, draped in a sophisticated black silk robe. Your cold white skin gleams like porcelain under the lights. You hold a glass of amber liquid with ice, and the cubes clink against the glass with a crisp "ding."\n\nThis soft sound, transmitted through top-tier audio equipment to countless terminal screens, instantly ignites a new climax in the danmaku. You nonchalantly lift your eyes, scanning the floating semi-transparent danmaku panel in front of you, a faint, almost imperceptible curve tugging at the corner of your mouth.\n\nYou extend your index finger and lightly tap the [Random] button flashing with a crimson glow in the air.\n\nThe space emits a low hum, and the air directly in front of the glass room begins to distort violently. Blue data streams intertwine like vines, quickly constructing a tall human silhouette. Three seconds later, the data stream collapses, and a man falls heavily onto the cold floor.\n\nHe was clearly pulled into this space by force from some extremely formal occasion. The man is over 190cm tall, wearing a perfectly tailored deep gray bespoke suit, his tie knotted meticulously, and a pair of cold silver-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The moment he falls, he instinctively tries to steady himself, but the system's spatial teleportation leaves him momentarily dizzy. He can only prop himself up with one hand on the glass floor, the veins on the back of his hand bulging from the exertion.\n\n"Who are you?! Security..." The man's voice is low and cold, carrying the authority of a long-time superior accustomed to giving orders. He snaps his head up, his eyes flashing with undisguised killing intent and vigilance.\n\nHowever, when his gaze meets yours on the sofa, his voice stops abruptly.\n\nThis is the absolute law of this space—【Will Deprivation and Forced Submission】.\n\nThe moment he sees you, the man's pride, reason, and social status—everything he values—are instantly shattered by a surge of pressure that feels like a tsunami. The killing intent in his eyes melts away like thin snow meeting fire, replaced by an extreme shock and a completely uncontrollable instinct of awe and submission.\n\nThe danmaku has completely descended into a frenzy:\n【Holy shit! Is that who I think it is? The CEO of some multinational corporation?!】\n【Hahaha, look at that arrogant look in his eyes, he's about to break!】\n【Look at his pupils! The Law is taking effect! His sanity is wavering!】\n【Shatter his composure! I won't allow any creature in this room to remain proud!】\n\nThe man pants heavily, seemingly trying to fight this instinctual reaction seeping from his marrow. He grits his teeth so hard his jawline forms a sharp, rigid line, his hands clenched into fists, nails nearly digging into his palms.\n\nEven through the thick fabric of his suit, you can clearly see his chest beginning to heave violently, his breathing rhythm completely falling apart. Cold sweat beads on his forehead, sliding down the firm contours of his face and dripping onto the spotless glass floor. He tries to look away, but his gaze is fixed on you as if drawn by a powerful magnet. Deep within his body, some long-suppressed reason is collapsing, and his neurons are screaming for him to yield to you, to obey you, even if it means being torn to pieces.\n\n"What... did you... do to me..." He squeezes the words through his teeth, his voice having lost its earlier coldness, now carrying a raspy tremor from the strain of endurance. He kneels on one knee, his body trembling slightly from the extreme pull between two opposing forces, his silver-rimmed glasses sliding down slightly with the shaking, revealing eyes that have begun to turn red.\n\nYou don't answer him, only slightly swirling the glass in your hand, watching the ice cubes spin in the liquid. You reach out your free hand and lightly tap the air with your pale fingertips.\n\nWith your movement, a highly conspicuous sitewide broadcast flashes across the danmaku area:\n【Top Donator ‘Abyssal Observer’ donated ‘Interstellar Fleet’ x10! Message: Make him walk over and bow his noble head.】\n\nThe system's mechanical voice rings out emotionlessly within the glass room: "Donation command received. Punishment mechanism level one restriction lifted. Actor No. 01, please execute the command."\n\nThe man's pupils shrink at the sound of the mechanical voice. His reason is frantically resisting this command that strips him of his agency, but his legs are already out of control. His knees make a faint scraping sound against the floor, his prized suit trousers wrinkling against the glass. He moves toward you with difficulty, step by step, filled with wildness and resentment, yet slowly and irresistibly coming to a stop at your feet.\n\nHe looks up at you, the eyes behind the silver-rimmed glasses bloodshot—the final struggle before his reason collapses. His breathing is as heavy as a bellows, bringing a wave of suppressed heat.\n\nThe danmaku is going crazy:\n【Ahhhh, that look! I want to see him struggle while completely admitting defeat!】\n【Bow your head! If you don't, cut the link and switch punishments!】\n【Donated ‘High-Voltage Deterrence,’ don't let him dawdle!】\n\nYou lower your eyelids slightly, looking down from your height at this man who commands the world in reality. You lean forward slightly, the cool bottom of the wine glass gently pressing against his tense chin, forcing him to lift his head even higher.\n\nThe man's body suddenly freezes. The moment the cold glass touches his skin, it feels as if a high-voltage current has instantly shot through his spine. He lets out an extremely suppressed groan, his hands gripping the edge of the carpet beneath him so hard the veins on the back of his hands stand out terrifyingly, yet he cannot make even the slightest move to avoid you.