The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 A Clickbait

Chapter 260 A Clickbait

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[Viola, don’t forget to mail that strawberry. I sent you my address. I’m going to show everyone what this magical strawberry looks like when it’s crushed into mush!]

[Hurry up and write down the addresses! I’m waiting to ‘dispose of this trash!]

These nasty comments were like a bucket of cold, dirty water dumped right on Viola’s head, totally ruining the good mood she had from setting up the giveaway.

Looking at those words, she was so furious that her fingers started to shake and her chest felt tight.

She had spent 100,000 stellar coins hoping to use real experience to break people’s prejudice, even if just a little.

But these people?

They didn’t care about the truth at all. They just wanted to be mean, even turning her good intentions into a stage for more attacks.

A strong urge surged in Viola’s heart.

Like Ms. Schofield!

Kick them out of her livestream!

Block them!

Why should people with filthy mouths and cruel intentions get the strawberries she paid for, then use them to do something even nastier?

The thought gave her a brief sense of satisfaction.

But the next second, reality hit like cold water.

She didn’t dare.

She was just a small streamer barely holding her place in the food section of Starnet.

She didn’t have a powerful family, a pile of cash, or a special talent.

Everything she had came from slowly building up content and keeping a steady audience.

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Chapter 260 A Clickbait

Views were her life.

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Even the attention from haters counted as data for the algorithm that helped her get noticed.

If she openly kicked out those foul–mouthed trolls, especially the ones clearly looking to cause trouble, it would only bring bigger backlash and drama.

“Rigged giveaway,” “can’t take criticism,” “discriminating against viewers“… If those labels got slapped on her, her career would be over.

A deep sense of helplessness washed over her,

She envied and even admired Elizabeth’s attitude. “Buy it if you want, leave if you don’t. Insult me, and you’re blocked.” But she didn’t have that kind of power or guts.

She still had to survive in this industry.

In the end, Viola took a deep breath, forced down her anger and frustration, and put on a smile that looked natural enough. Facing the camera, she said, “Congrats to all the winners! Make sure to DM me your address right away. I’ll ship them out as soon as I can.”

She deliberately ignored the trolls trying to provoke her, acting like she didn’t see the harsh comments, and moved on with the livestream.

Rhett slunk away from Mercury Plaza and hopped on a hover bus home.

He was fuming–the embarrassment of being rejected in front of everyone and the weight of their judging eyes felt like a fire burning in his chest, making it impossible to sit still.

What made it worse was that he could still taste that amazing strawberry. That tiny hint of relief it gave him only made it more agonizing now that he knew he couldn’t have any more.

He was a mess of embarrassment and rage, plus a hint of “missing out” that he didn’t even want to admit to himself. He needed to vent, and he couldn’t even wait until he got home.

Right there on the bus, he pulled out his device and logged into his usual social media apps.

He typed out a long post, attaching a blurry photo he’d snuck of the stall and the long line.

Of course, he made sure to leave out the part where he got called out and looked pathetic.

The title was pure clickbait, “Shocking! Tyrant farm owner Elizabeth blacklists and refuses to sell just because of a few comments. Where’s our freedom of speech?!”

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